"M-my what!?" Chachan asked initially, curious to her initial phrasing. Once she clarified what she had meant, he gave her a little sad look not too far removed from one might see on a freshly kicked puppy. Still, he shuffled about his person before finally producing a small pouch.
"If... if that's what it takes ta get me ta halp ya..." he bemoaned, offering the little bag to her. "I don't think ya'd be able ta get enough fer even an ingot, though."
True to his word, the pouch was almost pathetically light. He had been living hand to mouth since arriving to Ul'dah, and that had been exacerbated when he brought Gran under his care. The dwindling resources were stretched even more when he started making small trips to help feed the refugees outside the city walls. So, even with him finally thinking there was some merit to his father's words and start actually selling the armor and weapon pieces he could forge to friends and allies... he was still living only slightly above poverty himself.
"That better?"
"If... if that's what it takes ta get me ta halp ya..." he bemoaned, offering the little bag to her. "I don't think ya'd be able ta get enough fer even an ingot, though."
True to his word, the pouch was almost pathetically light. He had been living hand to mouth since arriving to Ul'dah, and that had been exacerbated when he brought Gran under his care. The dwindling resources were stretched even more when he started making small trips to help feed the refugees outside the city walls. So, even with him finally thinking there was some merit to his father's words and start actually selling the armor and weapon pieces he could forge to friends and allies... he was still living only slightly above poverty himself.
"That better?"
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