"Yes, dear listeners, please don't be deterred by talk of Monetarists and Refugees. Despite what divide may be between the pay scale of some, this is still a stirring pot of multiple people and various lives, all mingling and working together to shine the desert jewel of Ul'dah!"
Divide...between pay scale of some?
Roen stared in disbelief, her confounded expression hidden beneath the shadows of her cowl. She could not help but notice the crowd gathered by the fountain when she was passing by, all their attention on the Lalafell and his speech. But as she stopped and listened, she found herself crossing her arms and eventually frowning deeply. The struggles of the refugees and the poor were being simplified as to a mere pay scale difference. If someone knew nothing about Ul'dah, this Lalafell's speech would have them believe that everyone was working in harmony to bring about the improvement of the shining Jewel!
Nothing could be further from the truth.
The paladin was of the mind to give him her own take on things--it would be quite the departure from the cheerful responses he's gotten so far--when she saw him disappear into the Quicksand. That made her pause. Even as the doors swung closed behind him, she could hear the din of the general revelry drift through the entrance way. All those people, adventurers and merchants alike, mingling within hoping to find a moment's respite. Would she rail against his askew view of Ul'dah among them? A part of her wanted to correct the Lalafell, and vehemently so, to shed the light on his listeners about all things that were wrong with the city.
"In this city, the ones who know don't care, and the ones who care don't know." Those were the cynical words of an angry revolutionary. Was that what she was now?
As she continued to stare at the closed doors, her ire began to ebb away. What if the Lalafell just was unaware? A part of her did not want to shadow what light he saw in the Jewel. The optimism he held for the very possibility that people can work together. Before all this began with Nero, she would have wanted to believe the same. This place...it needed such hope.
That was when the doors swung open again and the Lalafell strode back out looking dejected, talky-wand in hand. So when he thrust it in front of her, it was with a measure of hesitation that she answered.
"Despite the divide that clearly exists between the have and the have-nots, I think it is admirable that people still look to this city with some faith. A chance at wealth, fame, and success exists here, however slim. But I would hope that those same people also look to those less fortunate to remind them of the same aspirations." She gave Kali a pointed look. "You said they were working together. Are they? Are you? Perhaps you should ask those in Pearl Lane what they think. Perhaps your listeners should hear how they can make this city even a better place than it is now. Do what they can to abolish that divide. Then I think the Jewel can be the brightest shining star in all of Eorzea."
The paladin straightened, putting some distance between her and the Lalafell. She knew she had given him more than he had expected, or even wanted. And if the wrong people were listening, this may even have been ill-advised on her part.
Roen gave a small polite nod to Kali, and strode toward the Gate of Nald.
Divide...between pay scale of some?
Roen stared in disbelief, her confounded expression hidden beneath the shadows of her cowl. She could not help but notice the crowd gathered by the fountain when she was passing by, all their attention on the Lalafell and his speech. But as she stopped and listened, she found herself crossing her arms and eventually frowning deeply. The struggles of the refugees and the poor were being simplified as to a mere pay scale difference. If someone knew nothing about Ul'dah, this Lalafell's speech would have them believe that everyone was working in harmony to bring about the improvement of the shining Jewel!
Nothing could be further from the truth.
The paladin was of the mind to give him her own take on things--it would be quite the departure from the cheerful responses he's gotten so far--when she saw him disappear into the Quicksand. That made her pause. Even as the doors swung closed behind him, she could hear the din of the general revelry drift through the entrance way. All those people, adventurers and merchants alike, mingling within hoping to find a moment's respite. Would she rail against his askew view of Ul'dah among them? A part of her wanted to correct the Lalafell, and vehemently so, to shed the light on his listeners about all things that were wrong with the city.
"In this city, the ones who know don't care, and the ones who care don't know." Those were the cynical words of an angry revolutionary. Was that what she was now?
As she continued to stare at the closed doors, her ire began to ebb away. What if the Lalafell just was unaware? A part of her did not want to shadow what light he saw in the Jewel. The optimism he held for the very possibility that people can work together. Before all this began with Nero, she would have wanted to believe the same. This place...it needed such hope.
That was when the doors swung open again and the Lalafell strode back out looking dejected, talky-wand in hand. So when he thrust it in front of her, it was with a measure of hesitation that she answered.
"Despite the divide that clearly exists between the have and the have-nots, I think it is admirable that people still look to this city with some faith. A chance at wealth, fame, and success exists here, however slim. But I would hope that those same people also look to those less fortunate to remind them of the same aspirations." She gave Kali a pointed look. "You said they were working together. Are they? Are you? Perhaps you should ask those in Pearl Lane what they think. Perhaps your listeners should hear how they can make this city even a better place than it is now. Do what they can to abolish that divide. Then I think the Jewel can be the brightest shining star in all of Eorzea."
The paladin straightened, putting some distance between her and the Lalafell. She knew she had given him more than he had expected, or even wanted. And if the wrong people were listening, this may even have been ill-advised on her part.
Roen gave a small polite nod to Kali, and strode toward the Gate of Nald.
