Char Lohengrin's ears pinned back, as he finished reading aloud, casting the paper onto the top of his desk among the many assorted documents and folders bursting with reports regarding the latest magitek developments from R&D. "...This, gentlemen, is the sort of publicity we could capitalize on..." He moved to gaze out of a nearby window, tail flicking excitedly as he puffed at his cigar. "...The fallible nature of magic has been made no more apparent than now, and we could arrange between twenty five to fifty thousand orders for arms and armor to be filled within the quarter. If I didn't know better, I'd say our survey teams killed the man themselves to meet a new quota."Â
The men gathered laughed heartily, as the Miqo'te all in red sat down, tapping out the ashes gathering along the tip of his cigar. "I'd like to move forward with the finalizations on our latest gunblade designs and make them immediately available to the Eorzean populace for purchase. There was never a better time to cash in, as stands right before us."
The men gathered laughed heartily, as the Miqo'te all in red sat down, tapping out the ashes gathering along the tip of his cigar. "I'd like to move forward with the finalizations on our latest gunblade designs and make them immediately available to the Eorzean populace for purchase. There was never a better time to cash in, as stands right before us."
