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Limsa Lominsa - After the events of 'Black Fireday.'
The door to the hidden shop swing wide, and a cloaked figure could be seen briefly entering. The occupants inside briefly glanced warily at the figure; however, after affirming a sense of familiarity, they resumed their activities. The figure walked somewhat half-heartedly until a voice range out, “Me ears hear yeh had some fun, Miss.†The figure stopped and a small plains folk lalafell could be seen leaning against a nearby wall. The figure slowly turned and regarded the lalafell with strange empty eyes, “What do you want?†in a feminine, monotone voice.Â
The lalafell shrugged, “Hea’rd about the riot. Hea’rd the riot. Some fellas checked it out. Quite a bloodbath. With Yellowjackets and angry folk all about.†The cloaked woman continued to stare at the lalafell, “And?†The lalafell grinned, “There were some rather interesting folk having a jolly good time of it.†Her smile widened as the lalafell cheerfully imagined the bloodshed, “They were lucky the Marauder’s Guild or Yellowjacket elite didn’t throw themselves in for the fun as they had before.â€
The cloaked woman remained standing, while the lalafell droned on, “And the they said, at the peak of it, a weird lass screamed ‘MEND THE WOUND’, and did it in for a poor fella. A lackey of the Admiral forcing them c’elebrating citizens to the slumber.†The woman’s cloak fell off her head and a dark blue-haired Xaela with empty violet eyes regarded the lalafell. “Destroying the false one,†she responded promptly without a hint of regret.Â
“Me thinks my ears are becoming as typical of a midlander, but did me hear ‘destroying the false one’? When did the mistress tell yeh to go ‘righting’ whether or not people are?†The Xaela woman stared at the lalafell, then with a sudden motion, slams the plainsfolk woman upward and pinned her against the wall with surprising strength. The hallway they were talking in went silent, then motion as other folk distance themselves. The privateer lalafellin woman no longer had a smirk on her face, and her saucer-like eyes were open-wide in alarm.
“This is personal. The mistress is pre-occupied in Ul’dah. I am here now. Out of respect for her and her family, I do not silence you as I should. If you should prove troublesome, I have no issues with disposing you as a troublesome braggart.†The Xaela woman spoke in a peaceful, even voice; the lalafell nodded vigorously with eyes wide. The Xaela released her hold and the lalafell dropped to the floor with a thud. The Xaela re-cloaked her self and with a blank stare at the lalafellin woman, walked away. â€What’s her issue. Me thinks this is getting too troublesome for th’a pay,†the lalafell shook her head and adjusted her clothes.
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“Next time, false one. I will reveal your truth.â€
The door to the hidden shop swing wide, and a cloaked figure could be seen briefly entering. The occupants inside briefly glanced warily at the figure; however, after affirming a sense of familiarity, they resumed their activities. The figure walked somewhat half-heartedly until a voice range out, “Me ears hear yeh had some fun, Miss.†The figure stopped and a small plains folk lalafell could be seen leaning against a nearby wall. The figure slowly turned and regarded the lalafell with strange empty eyes, “What do you want?†in a feminine, monotone voice.Â
The lalafell shrugged, “Hea’rd about the riot. Hea’rd the riot. Some fellas checked it out. Quite a bloodbath. With Yellowjackets and angry folk all about.†The cloaked woman continued to stare at the lalafell, “And?†The lalafell grinned, “There were some rather interesting folk having a jolly good time of it.†Her smile widened as the lalafell cheerfully imagined the bloodshed, “They were lucky the Marauder’s Guild or Yellowjacket elite didn’t throw themselves in for the fun as they had before.â€
The cloaked woman remained standing, while the lalafell droned on, “And the they said, at the peak of it, a weird lass screamed ‘MEND THE WOUND’, and did it in for a poor fella. A lackey of the Admiral forcing them c’elebrating citizens to the slumber.†The woman’s cloak fell off her head and a dark blue-haired Xaela with empty violet eyes regarded the lalafell. “Destroying the false one,†she responded promptly without a hint of regret.Â
“Me thinks my ears are becoming as typical of a midlander, but did me hear ‘destroying the false one’? When did the mistress tell yeh to go ‘righting’ whether or not people are?†The Xaela woman stared at the lalafell, then with a sudden motion, slams the plainsfolk woman upward and pinned her against the wall with surprising strength. The hallway they were talking in went silent, then motion as other folk distance themselves. The privateer lalafellin woman no longer had a smirk on her face, and her saucer-like eyes were open-wide in alarm.
“This is personal. The mistress is pre-occupied in Ul’dah. I am here now. Out of respect for her and her family, I do not silence you as I should. If you should prove troublesome, I have no issues with disposing you as a troublesome braggart.†The Xaela woman spoke in a peaceful, even voice; the lalafell nodded vigorously with eyes wide. The Xaela released her hold and the lalafell dropped to the floor with a thud. The Xaela re-cloaked her self and with a blank stare at the lalafellin woman, walked away. â€What’s her issue. Me thinks this is getting too troublesome for th’a pay,†the lalafell shook her head and adjusted her clothes.
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“Next time, false one. I will reveal your truth.â€