There were many things that could be said about Limsa Lominsas bars, but they could hardly be called boring. Sailors and pirates, after all, knew just how to have a good time at any hour of the day.
Soft heels clicked against the stone pathway, and Naois' sea-blue eyes took in the city for themselves. It had been many years since she took the chance to properly wander, and as passing Yellowjackets eyed her, she vaguely remembered why. Tales of a formidable pirate crew had begun to travel far and wide among these parts.
She wouldn't have it any other way.
Naois tipped her head over her shoulder, checking to ensure she wasn't being followed. As dear as her crew was to her, they could certainly be a meddling bunch. She was their Captain, for Lymlean's sake. She could handle herself quite well, thank you very much.
With a nod to herself, she faced forward, red-tipped dreadlocks wipping around. Approaching one of Limsa's many bars, she shoved the door open and waltzed right in. It couldn't be called packed, but there was certainly a crowd. A crowd, she decided, that would serve well to keep any prying eyes away. The tanned Highlander's lips stretched into a smile to herself as she made her way to the bar.
"Yer finest rum, if ya would, love," she called to the bartender, opting to lean against the counter rather than take a seat for now. She allowed her gaze to wander around the place.
Really, however, it was the flash of blue in her vision that caught her eye. And could one blame her for that? Even amongst her crew of scoundrels and rebels, it wasn't a colour she could easily forget. Her eyes narrowed, yet soon enough, her expression twisted into a smirk.
"So, even tha' scholarly types like ta unwind in a place like this," she remarked, tapping her chin as she eyed the Miqo'te arcanist.
Soft heels clicked against the stone pathway, and Naois' sea-blue eyes took in the city for themselves. It had been many years since she took the chance to properly wander, and as passing Yellowjackets eyed her, she vaguely remembered why. Tales of a formidable pirate crew had begun to travel far and wide among these parts.
She wouldn't have it any other way.
Naois tipped her head over her shoulder, checking to ensure she wasn't being followed. As dear as her crew was to her, they could certainly be a meddling bunch. She was their Captain, for Lymlean's sake. She could handle herself quite well, thank you very much.
With a nod to herself, she faced forward, red-tipped dreadlocks wipping around. Approaching one of Limsa's many bars, she shoved the door open and waltzed right in. It couldn't be called packed, but there was certainly a crowd. A crowd, she decided, that would serve well to keep any prying eyes away. The tanned Highlander's lips stretched into a smile to herself as she made her way to the bar.
"Yer finest rum, if ya would, love," she called to the bartender, opting to lean against the counter rather than take a seat for now. She allowed her gaze to wander around the place.
Really, however, it was the flash of blue in her vision that caught her eye. And could one blame her for that? Even amongst her crew of scoundrels and rebels, it wasn't a colour she could easily forget. Her eyes narrowed, yet soon enough, her expression twisted into a smirk.
"So, even tha' scholarly types like ta unwind in a place like this," she remarked, tapping her chin as she eyed the Miqo'te arcanist.
