Their preparation had finished rather quickly, her father having sent along 10 men including the two that would posing as Kiht's subordinates. Both of the latter were swathed in the uniform of lowly soldiers and had been kind enough to bring along an Officer's uniform for Kiht, Siha hadn't asked where they'd got it and hoped that it wouldn't fit too ill on the other Moon sister. She herself had braided her hair until it appeared as short as possible before she wrapped a simple turban around it and donned the uniform of one of the bar maids, they had seen her face yes but she didn't plan on actually being in the serving area, instead she was tucked back in the kitchen with her back to the whole thing.
She'd regrettably had to have one of her fathers men, Ricard a Highlander gentlemen, knock the proper cook unconscious and hide him away before she showed up and assured the owner that she was his replacement for the night after he took ill. A few gil in his hand had stifled arguments on the matter and she'd gone about actually working while she waited for the others despite the squirming nerves in her stomach. Only the heavy bundles in her belt kept her somewhat calm, Yuzu'ya had delivered, the smokebombs were only three in number but they'd come in handy if things got out of hand. With what little she knew of this bandit and his troupe she was extremely sure something was going to get out of hand, especially if they caught wind that something was wrong.
A barking voice yelled at her to speed herself up, more orders had come in, and a quick glance was tossed over her shoulder. Perhaps they had finally arrived. With that she ducked her head and turned an ear, a silent prayer going out to the gods. Please let this work.
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A trio would have been nearing the bar at this point, a Roegadyn the color of sea foam with black hair and stormy grey eyes, a tall Duskwight with equally dark hair but shocking fuschia eyes accented by a curling white mark, and a Moon Keeper. The two much taller men flanked the woman, walking only steps behind her, and conversed in soft tones before speaking just a little louder so the Roe, Grymdorn, could reassure the Moon Keeper woman. "Don' werry abou' a thing Lieutenant, we won' let anythin' happen to ye" he couldn't suppress the thick accent but that wouldn't be a problem if he kept his mouth shut. Which he planned on, let Ciceroix and the pretty Moon Keeper do the talking, he was much more accustomed to the breaking part of most jobs. He knew the Captain's girl hoped it wouldn't come to that but if it was up to him it would, he'd be more than happy to twist the head off the little bugger that had caused her trouble and he knew most of the others had felt the same when she'd come to them for help.
Ciceroix gave the woman a reassuring smile of his own, his much more charming than the sloppy grin of his companion and his fuchsia eyes danced with delight that he was going to be in the thick of things. "What he means is, we won't let anything happen in the first place" he said silkily and would have normally patted the woman but he had more manners than that. When they'd gotten close enough both straightened their postures and looked grim, it wasn't their job to smile, it was their job to look uncomfortable at the fact that they were doing business with pirates. The Elezen almost chuckled but kept the noise to himself instead. His eyes were on the move as soon as they walked in the door, noting each patron to size them up, at the very least he was glad soldiers were armed, it was a good reason to have a sword at his hip...nevermind the knives hidden under his clothes and the axe he knew had been tucked away in the back for Grymn.
Now where were their hosts~
She'd regrettably had to have one of her fathers men, Ricard a Highlander gentlemen, knock the proper cook unconscious and hide him away before she showed up and assured the owner that she was his replacement for the night after he took ill. A few gil in his hand had stifled arguments on the matter and she'd gone about actually working while she waited for the others despite the squirming nerves in her stomach. Only the heavy bundles in her belt kept her somewhat calm, Yuzu'ya had delivered, the smokebombs were only three in number but they'd come in handy if things got out of hand. With what little she knew of this bandit and his troupe she was extremely sure something was going to get out of hand, especially if they caught wind that something was wrong.
A barking voice yelled at her to speed herself up, more orders had come in, and a quick glance was tossed over her shoulder. Perhaps they had finally arrived. With that she ducked her head and turned an ear, a silent prayer going out to the gods. Please let this work.
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A trio would have been nearing the bar at this point, a Roegadyn the color of sea foam with black hair and stormy grey eyes, a tall Duskwight with equally dark hair but shocking fuschia eyes accented by a curling white mark, and a Moon Keeper. The two much taller men flanked the woman, walking only steps behind her, and conversed in soft tones before speaking just a little louder so the Roe, Grymdorn, could reassure the Moon Keeper woman. "Don' werry abou' a thing Lieutenant, we won' let anythin' happen to ye" he couldn't suppress the thick accent but that wouldn't be a problem if he kept his mouth shut. Which he planned on, let Ciceroix and the pretty Moon Keeper do the talking, he was much more accustomed to the breaking part of most jobs. He knew the Captain's girl hoped it wouldn't come to that but if it was up to him it would, he'd be more than happy to twist the head off the little bugger that had caused her trouble and he knew most of the others had felt the same when she'd come to them for help.
Ciceroix gave the woman a reassuring smile of his own, his much more charming than the sloppy grin of his companion and his fuchsia eyes danced with delight that he was going to be in the thick of things. "What he means is, we won't let anything happen in the first place" he said silkily and would have normally patted the woman but he had more manners than that. When they'd gotten close enough both straightened their postures and looked grim, it wasn't their job to smile, it was their job to look uncomfortable at the fact that they were doing business with pirates. The Elezen almost chuckled but kept the noise to himself instead. His eyes were on the move as soon as they walked in the door, noting each patron to size them up, at the very least he was glad soldiers were armed, it was a good reason to have a sword at his hip...nevermind the knives hidden under his clothes and the axe he knew had been tucked away in the back for Grymn.
Now where were their hosts~
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