The oddly garbed Dragoon hadbecome too common a sight in the Carline Canopy. Each passing day felt like he was overstaying his welcome in the Elemental-plagued shroud. Rumors of a man like him being present in the light of grand disasters that were plaguing the forests was finally catching up and it seemed that people made purposeful effort to skirt around his table, adventurers and the staff alike. Even the one Keeper of the Moon bar wench who he had been angling for now always looked at him as though she was being held hostage whenever they conversed.Â
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Thoughtonight he managed to wrangle the company of an Elezen woman to his table, was always easier to do so when in more civilized clothing.
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"Alwayswanted t'head back t'Ishgard myself" She said with a small titter "Heard its beautiful even in the winter, Ma always talked about how she loved the high courts; going on about the high life she used to have --before she took me away to Gridania when I was just a babe for my safety of course-- funny how she speaks like the rest of them Gridanians do though.."Â
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Orrinlistened politely, her words passing through one ear and out the other, eyes beginning to wander about for something, anything more engaging. His eyes caught a retainer of some sort adhering a new poster to the wall, eyes narrowed in hope that the quiet weeks of inaction had finally come to an end and a new leve had surfaced.
This was not the case, his eyes widening as he say a wash of flesh-colored tones of yellowed paper, he recognized too many faces in an instant, Anstarra, Nihka…Leanne?  He had to blink a few times and it clearlybetrayed his disinterest to the woman in front of him.
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“You even listening? I’m beginningto doubt you are a true blooded Ishgardian like myself!†she said with her forest-borne drawl.
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“Excuse me…†he said, gettingup with a bow that would have been instantly recognized as polite, but dismissive, cessation of dialogue customary to the Pillars, which was clearly lost on her. Her protests fade into thebackground of the canopy as he looks over the poster. “This grease business again†he thought, recalling V’aleera’s poster. Curious it took so long to resurface since the last…even more curious that Leanne of all sorts was pulled into it. Perhaps a visit was in order, remembering something about horse oil causing issues in the market naught but less than a moon back.
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Thoughtonight he managed to wrangle the company of an Elezen woman to his table, was always easier to do so when in more civilized clothing.
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"Alwayswanted t'head back t'Ishgard myself" She said with a small titter "Heard its beautiful even in the winter, Ma always talked about how she loved the high courts; going on about the high life she used to have --before she took me away to Gridania when I was just a babe for my safety of course-- funny how she speaks like the rest of them Gridanians do though.."Â
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Orrinlistened politely, her words passing through one ear and out the other, eyes beginning to wander about for something, anything more engaging. His eyes caught a retainer of some sort adhering a new poster to the wall, eyes narrowed in hope that the quiet weeks of inaction had finally come to an end and a new leve had surfaced.
This was not the case, his eyes widening as he say a wash of flesh-colored tones of yellowed paper, he recognized too many faces in an instant, Anstarra, Nihka…Leanne?  He had to blink a few times and it clearlybetrayed his disinterest to the woman in front of him.
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“You even listening? I’m beginningto doubt you are a true blooded Ishgardian like myself!†she said with her forest-borne drawl.
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“Excuse me…†he said, gettingup with a bow that would have been instantly recognized as polite, but dismissive, cessation of dialogue customary to the Pillars, which was clearly lost on her. Her protests fade into thebackground of the canopy as he looks over the poster. “This grease business again†he thought, recalling V’aleera’s poster. Curious it took so long to resurface since the last…even more curious that Leanne of all sorts was pulled into it. Perhaps a visit was in order, remembering something about horse oil causing issues in the market naught but less than a moon back.
