Steel rolled her shoulder, wincing at the weight of her axe upon it. She didn't like having to sit at a table with the great bloody thing lashed to her back, but years growing up in the thalassocracy taught her the value of having arms in easy view...and not leaving said arms within a stranger's reach.
Still, the scotch that sat in her glass was helping the ache. She sighed through her nose as a cube of ice clattered to the bottom of the glass under its own melt. She took up the scotch and gave a light sip, coating her mouth in smoky honey.
As she lowered the glass, she noticed him. Another strange face--not unusual in the Limsa, all things considered. Still, this one stood out. He carried himself with the confidence of someone who was well-travelled instead of the weight of a day's work on the docks or the glowing eagerness of a fresh adventurer. No...no, this one arrived like he had been here before. Or that he owned the place.
Which would probably end with him bleeding out on one of the many ramps that wrapped around the city, or otherwise providing food to the creatures of the sea.
The sensation of owning the place was further enhanced when the man dug out a fair stack of coin to open up a tab. Yep. Definitely a big man on campus. There would be no end of people to test his mettle.
She gave the man a firm nod and raised her scotch glass to him as he scanned the room. First rule to anyone who coasted in like that was to acknowledge their arrival. Most pirates strode in the bar like that, with a lot more loud braggadocio. This one was the silent sort. A tactical mind, likely.
Might be in her interests to speak with someone with that much coin. He could use a tower of power. She could use some of that coin. Perhaps.
Still, the scotch that sat in her glass was helping the ache. She sighed through her nose as a cube of ice clattered to the bottom of the glass under its own melt. She took up the scotch and gave a light sip, coating her mouth in smoky honey.
As she lowered the glass, she noticed him. Another strange face--not unusual in the Limsa, all things considered. Still, this one stood out. He carried himself with the confidence of someone who was well-travelled instead of the weight of a day's work on the docks or the glowing eagerness of a fresh adventurer. No...no, this one arrived like he had been here before. Or that he owned the place.
Which would probably end with him bleeding out on one of the many ramps that wrapped around the city, or otherwise providing food to the creatures of the sea.
The sensation of owning the place was further enhanced when the man dug out a fair stack of coin to open up a tab. Yep. Definitely a big man on campus. There would be no end of people to test his mettle.
She gave the man a firm nod and raised her scotch glass to him as he scanned the room. First rule to anyone who coasted in like that was to acknowledge their arrival. Most pirates strode in the bar like that, with a lot more loud braggadocio. This one was the silent sort. A tactical mind, likely.
Might be in her interests to speak with someone with that much coin. He could use a tower of power. She could use some of that coin. Perhaps.
