Normally, the miqo'te mage known as L'yhta kept her visits to Ul'dah extremely short. Between the gil the Ossuary charged for use of their library, the "dancing girls," and the ever-present annoyance of the Brass Blades, she usually arrived in the night, did whatever research her work required, and left as quick as she came. Today, however, she found herself a bit parched -- Twelve curse me for forgetting a waterskin -- and, as such, ended up in the only tavern she found particularly safe in Ul'dah, the Quicksand. At least the Guild charged fair prices for a drink, and all those adventurers made it one of the most dangerous places in all of Eorzea to pick a fight (or rob someone).
The heels of her thighboots clacked against the stone as she pushed the door open. Her ears immediately shot up along with the tip of her tail when her gaze landed on the talking carbuncle. She squirmed past a pair of chatty highlanders on a direct path to the au ra and her "pet," her black and silver-trimmed robes swishing softly. A line, she grumbled to herself as she arrived at the table and crossed her arms over her chest. That drink's going to have to wait.
The heels of her thighboots clacked against the stone as she pushed the door open. Her ears immediately shot up along with the tip of her tail when her gaze landed on the talking carbuncle. She squirmed past a pair of chatty highlanders on a direct path to the au ra and her "pet," her black and silver-trimmed robes swishing softly. A line, she grumbled to herself as she arrived at the table and crossed her arms over her chest. That drink's going to have to wait.
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((about me | about L'yhta Mahre | L'yhta's desk | about Mysterium, the Ivory Tower: a heavy RP society of mages))
