The next morning, Isielin rose early to get a head start on those stables. The bedroll she had put on her chocobo had been kicked to the corner during the night, as the morning sun began to warm the desert up. She fed Sadie, said her morning prayers, and then began inspecting some of the wood.
Rotten. Termite ridden. Unusable.
Normally she would chop and gather the wood herself, but where does one find a large quantity of wood in the middle of a cursed desert? The lumber yards would probably cost double due to the hardships in actually getting the wood here, and judging from some of Aldeus' comments last night, the Knights weren't exactly rolling in coin.
That left only one things: missions.
There were always jobs to be done, for those who would brave them, and Isielin firmly fell in the catergory of 'brave'. She untied Sadie, mounted up, and set off into town to see what work she could find.
Rotten. Termite ridden. Unusable.
Normally she would chop and gather the wood herself, but where does one find a large quantity of wood in the middle of a cursed desert? The lumber yards would probably cost double due to the hardships in actually getting the wood here, and judging from some of Aldeus' comments last night, the Knights weren't exactly rolling in coin.
That left only one things: missions.
There were always jobs to be done, for those who would brave them, and Isielin firmly fell in the catergory of 'brave'. She untied Sadie, mounted up, and set off into town to see what work she could find.
