*Lazily taking the flyer, the Hyur squints her eyes trying to make out the words, but grows tired after reading the first word. Tossing it over her shoulder she turns to the Elezen*
"No thank you Pointy Ears, the last time I accepted a flyer I ended up joining a cult dedicated to the worship of Mammet #003L. Besides, I have things to do like sleeping, yelling at strangers over my Linkshell, and not bathing. As my great Gram Gram used to say, 'A day without oysters is a day without clams' or something like that."
*With a small nod she would turn to leave only to be hit in the face by the flyer! The wind proving to be her greatest nemesis! Blinded, the Hyur trips over her own two feet and rolls down the steps straight into the aetheryte teleporting to parts unknown! God speed Alicia! God speed...*
"No thank you Pointy Ears, the last time I accepted a flyer I ended up joining a cult dedicated to the worship of Mammet #003L. Besides, I have things to do like sleeping, yelling at strangers over my Linkshell, and not bathing. As my great Gram Gram used to say, 'A day without oysters is a day without clams' or something like that."
*With a small nod she would turn to leave only to be hit in the face by the flyer! The wind proving to be her greatest nemesis! Blinded, the Hyur trips over her own two feet and rolls down the steps straight into the aetheryte teleporting to parts unknown! God speed Alicia! God speed...*
