A few suns of poking around Limsa had yielded less information than he had hoped. It was at times like this that he really wished that Vixen operated more locally. It would have saved him so much time and effort to have her ears in addition to his. But life was rarely so accommodating as to simply hand you what you needed.
Leaning back against the wall, A'laric idly exhaled a cloud of smoke and turned the situation over in his mind again. "I don't see how you can smoke those things. They're foul," A'lecae complained.
A little smirk curved A'laric's lips up before he turned his head to blow the next cloud of smoke in his cousin's direction, earning himself a scowl in response. Chuckling, he flicked the spent cigarette to the ground, grinding it beneath the heel of his boot. "So's that liquor you make." Dragging a hand through his hair, he let out a slow breath. "You're finished, I assume?"
Nodding, A'lecae offered him a small satchel. Glass clinked inside. "A few of my usual, and the new one that you wanted. Just be careful not to dose yourself with it."
"Antidotes?"
"The ones with the red tops counter the blue. Yellow tops counter the green. White tops counter violet. Grey tops counter black. Blue paralyzes, green causes hallucinations, black blinds. Violet is the new one."
Slinging the satchel over his shoulder, A'laric smirked. "Good to know." Pausing, his head tilted as the linkpearl in his ear crackled, the first activity he'd heard from it since this mess had started. He blinked before a slow grin slid over his face as he listened to Osric's transmission. "Well well.. Looks like you were just in time, Hunter. I have a starting point."
"You need me to shadow?"
"No, don't worry about it. From the sound, there'll be plenty of bodies involved this go around." Giving A'lecae a brief clap on the shoulder, he turned. Back to the Drydocks. And hopefully some answers.
Leaning back against the wall, A'laric idly exhaled a cloud of smoke and turned the situation over in his mind again. "I don't see how you can smoke those things. They're foul," A'lecae complained.
A little smirk curved A'laric's lips up before he turned his head to blow the next cloud of smoke in his cousin's direction, earning himself a scowl in response. Chuckling, he flicked the spent cigarette to the ground, grinding it beneath the heel of his boot. "So's that liquor you make." Dragging a hand through his hair, he let out a slow breath. "You're finished, I assume?"
Nodding, A'lecae offered him a small satchel. Glass clinked inside. "A few of my usual, and the new one that you wanted. Just be careful not to dose yourself with it."
"Antidotes?"
"The ones with the red tops counter the blue. Yellow tops counter the green. White tops counter violet. Grey tops counter black. Blue paralyzes, green causes hallucinations, black blinds. Violet is the new one."
Slinging the satchel over his shoulder, A'laric smirked. "Good to know." Pausing, his head tilted as the linkpearl in his ear crackled, the first activity he'd heard from it since this mess had started. He blinked before a slow grin slid over his face as he listened to Osric's transmission. "Well well.. Looks like you were just in time, Hunter. I have a starting point."
"You need me to shadow?"
"No, don't worry about it. From the sound, there'll be plenty of bodies involved this go around." Giving A'lecae a brief clap on the shoulder, he turned. Back to the Drydocks. And hopefully some answers.
