It has been a while since Ilwe'ran came over with C'zhaer and Kage, the two miqo'te seemingly under a temporary glamour with a concerned lalafell friend. Ilwe came to Vaughn with a problem: C'zhaer was being hunted, hense the glamour until they could figure out what to do. Vaughn tried to look into the mysterious hunter, but kept hitting dead ends. Nobody came to the Hungry Wolf that didn't have business there. Shadowing C'zhaer in Ul'dah didn't seem to bring to light any answers either. Just that the male--or female, as the case actually was--is a cautious, mildly paranoid sort. A trait Vaughn understood all too well.
Vaughn peered over the rail to the scene below the Goblet markets, something the Elezen did to make sure those inside were safe. She saw a female miqo'te with the boxes and movers and frowned. Did something happen? she thought. She watched a bit longer, the silks catching her eyes as that particular crate opened. She moved around to the stairs leading to the house. By the time she got to the gate, the miqo'te went inside.
Not wanting to overstep her bounds, she lingered at the gate, tilting her head at the silks with a decorative fan resting atop the bundle. They were beautiful, and reminded her of a simpler time. Well, perhaps not simpler. Nothing about her past was simple. Sure, she missed it sometimes, but the life she has now is much more preferable.
Tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, she contemplated a few choices. The other people seemed to be busy... Maybe she could get a closer look. Gingerly, she crossed the gate's threshold and toward the crate to examine its contents.
Vaughn peered over the rail to the scene below the Goblet markets, something the Elezen did to make sure those inside were safe. She saw a female miqo'te with the boxes and movers and frowned. Did something happen? she thought. She watched a bit longer, the silks catching her eyes as that particular crate opened. She moved around to the stairs leading to the house. By the time she got to the gate, the miqo'te went inside.
Not wanting to overstep her bounds, she lingered at the gate, tilting her head at the silks with a decorative fan resting atop the bundle. They were beautiful, and reminded her of a simpler time. Well, perhaps not simpler. Nothing about her past was simple. Sure, she missed it sometimes, but the life she has now is much more preferable.
Tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, she contemplated a few choices. The other people seemed to be busy... Maybe she could get a closer look. Gingerly, she crossed the gate's threshold and toward the crate to examine its contents.
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