"Oinky, oinky" indeed as a particular puny purple porker was snuffling his way about around Chachanji's feet not more than a couple yalms away. The baby behemoth was a rare sight around Ul'dah as of late - having been brought to stay with his master at the Coral Sea's manor in Mist - but a longer assignment for the Adventurer's guild had necessitated bringing Gran along for the ride. Fortunately, Ms. Momodi had been as reliable and helpful as ever, going so far as to reserve their old room at the Hourglass for the oddball duo. And if, for whatever reason, they were needed back at their new home, well that was just an aetheryte jump away, wasn't it? Such useful things, those aetherytes.
Chachan was currently done with his assignment for the day, however, and had only stopped briefly at the Quicksand to pick up his purple partner before going to troll the markets. He really wasn't out to purchase anything - except maybe more Yellow Drops to top off his seemingly endless supply of them - but he certainly enjoyed the hustle and bustle one could find in a marketplace. Limsa had one as well, but he just felt more... at home at this one, either due to his Ul'dahn heritage through his mother or just having spent so much time here. Plus, he knew all the best spots to pick up candy for himself and a varying array of jerked meats for Gran.
They were currently at one of these aforementioned stalls, in fact, with Gran's little nose poked up into the air to catch the various scents of spiced meats that wafted out from behind the counter. He'd go investigate the smells further, but the shop-keep was well aware of the little porker's antics and had blocked off any way in with crates. Just thinking about it made the little behemoth snort angrily and his tail thrash about to show his grand disapproval of the whole thing. Well, the purple piglet decided with a flicking of his most magnificent mane, if that was the way the biped wanted to do it... then he'd go find his treats elsewhere.
"A-ah, Gran, wait!" Chachan yelped as the little behemoth trotted off, turning back to the merchant and trying to cut the man's sale's pitch short so he could pay for the jerky and catch up to his little companion. The shop-keep would not be so quickly quelled from pushing a sale, though, and it would be a minute or two before the Dunesfolk could go scrambling after his pet. Plenty of time for the little porker to get himself into a spot of trouble.
Chachan was currently done with his assignment for the day, however, and had only stopped briefly at the Quicksand to pick up his purple partner before going to troll the markets. He really wasn't out to purchase anything - except maybe more Yellow Drops to top off his seemingly endless supply of them - but he certainly enjoyed the hustle and bustle one could find in a marketplace. Limsa had one as well, but he just felt more... at home at this one, either due to his Ul'dahn heritage through his mother or just having spent so much time here. Plus, he knew all the best spots to pick up candy for himself and a varying array of jerked meats for Gran.
They were currently at one of these aforementioned stalls, in fact, with Gran's little nose poked up into the air to catch the various scents of spiced meats that wafted out from behind the counter. He'd go investigate the smells further, but the shop-keep was well aware of the little porker's antics and had blocked off any way in with crates. Just thinking about it made the little behemoth snort angrily and his tail thrash about to show his grand disapproval of the whole thing. Well, the purple piglet decided with a flicking of his most magnificent mane, if that was the way the biped wanted to do it... then he'd go find his treats elsewhere.
"A-ah, Gran, wait!" Chachan yelped as the little behemoth trotted off, turning back to the merchant and trying to cut the man's sale's pitch short so he could pay for the jerky and catch up to his little companion. The shop-keep would not be so quickly quelled from pushing a sale, though, and it would be a minute or two before the Dunesfolk could go scrambling after his pet. Plenty of time for the little porker to get himself into a spot of trouble.
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