Sigurd offered a nod in greeting to Otto as he pondered over what a typical Limsan cuisine would be. Fish came to mind. More fish did too. It was always fish with ale or wine. That last part he liked, it was the fish he didn't particularly care for.
He tugged at the staff clinging to his back, removing it and propping it up against the table so he could lean back in the chair. He figured he could at least order some wine and something to snack on, maybe breadsticks. Franz wasn't wrong, after all. It was nice to pull his nose out of books and smell the fresh sea air. It always smelled so salty and moist here compared to the arid air of Thanalan.
"I research voidsent and the void," he replied to Franz. It was an unusual field, something even the most daring of thaumaturges tended to avoid. But then there was Sigurd, a voidsent researcher for three years now, talking about it like he was talking about what he was going to order. "I study their movements, abilities, behaviors, even what they like to eat. I've been called out a few times to help assess situations and clear out voidsent nests. I really do enjoy what I do, but sometimes, you're right. It is nice to come out and sit by the sea."
He was quickly distracted by Otto's rather bold attempt to thieve Franz of his shirt. He really should've expected it. This was the beach and shirtless people weren't exactly an unusual sight. Sigurd swore half of Coral would just rip off their clothes if the situation called for it. He sat back in his chair, snickering, hoping they wouldn't thieve him of his long robe. Then again, he always had a small undershirt on underneath. He wouldn't be completely left shirtless in the breeze.
He turned to Jancis at her inquiry. "A-ah, no not really. I haven't really attempted to swim since L'aenoh attempted to drown me in the ocean." He laughed. It wasn't done maliciously, but L'aenoh did have that odd, rather sharp sense of humor about him.
He tugged at the staff clinging to his back, removing it and propping it up against the table so he could lean back in the chair. He figured he could at least order some wine and something to snack on, maybe breadsticks. Franz wasn't wrong, after all. It was nice to pull his nose out of books and smell the fresh sea air. It always smelled so salty and moist here compared to the arid air of Thanalan.
"I research voidsent and the void," he replied to Franz. It was an unusual field, something even the most daring of thaumaturges tended to avoid. But then there was Sigurd, a voidsent researcher for three years now, talking about it like he was talking about what he was going to order. "I study their movements, abilities, behaviors, even what they like to eat. I've been called out a few times to help assess situations and clear out voidsent nests. I really do enjoy what I do, but sometimes, you're right. It is nice to come out and sit by the sea."
He was quickly distracted by Otto's rather bold attempt to thieve Franz of his shirt. He really should've expected it. This was the beach and shirtless people weren't exactly an unusual sight. Sigurd swore half of Coral would just rip off their clothes if the situation called for it. He sat back in his chair, snickering, hoping they wouldn't thieve him of his long robe. Then again, he always had a small undershirt on underneath. He wouldn't be completely left shirtless in the breeze.
He turned to Jancis at her inquiry. "A-ah, no not really. I haven't really attempted to swim since L'aenoh attempted to drown me in the ocean." He laughed. It wasn't done maliciously, but L'aenoh did have that odd, rather sharp sense of humor about him.
