"I cannot offer much, but it is what I have." Said Maudit as he stepped out of one of the many tattered tents of the refugee camp outside of Ul'dah. His tone was one of regret as he gave a final nod to the small family inside. The son he had met in Ul'dah a few days ago. The child was meekly begging for aid and Maudit had given what he could, just a bit of bread and some cheese.
As he moved through the camp his gleaming, wine-red armor caught the light and made him seem something more than he was. In truth, he had next to nothing to his name. The armor was a gift, as was his home in the Goblet with the Order of the Sword and Rose. He heard the voice of the teacher and turned toward her, noting her as a fellow Elezen.
He approached quietly, watching from a short distance away as she gave her lesson. A small smile found his lips, an admiration for the womans work growing before she dismissed her class.
"The struggle will always be there, but so will people like you." He says quietly, nodding to her.
((Won't be able to reply much today but really wanted Maudit to meet this woman
))
As he moved through the camp his gleaming, wine-red armor caught the light and made him seem something more than he was. In truth, he had next to nothing to his name. The armor was a gift, as was his home in the Goblet with the Order of the Sword and Rose. He heard the voice of the teacher and turned toward her, noting her as a fellow Elezen.
He approached quietly, watching from a short distance away as she gave her lesson. A small smile found his lips, an admiration for the womans work growing before she dismissed her class.
"The struggle will always be there, but so will people like you." He says quietly, nodding to her.
((Won't be able to reply much today but really wanted Maudit to meet this woman
))
