As his eyes scanned the page with ever growing intensity the warmth and light of the Quicksands was lost on Almeric. Â He grit his teeth and inhaled sharply. Â "If the Flames and the Blades weren't going to handle something like this they should've contracted out the work. Â If there had been more than two people working to save those poor people maybe all of them would've survived. Â Bah." Â Almeric tossed the paper back down on the bar in frustration. Â "Momodi, one more." Â He placed a few gil on the counter and hoped the ale would wash out the bad taste in his mouth.
