The sea spray of Limsa was a welcome escape from the enclosed stone of the Maelstrom officers' chamber. The man chuckled as he breathed deep of the morning air, shaking his head as he recalled how the meeting had gone on past midnight - and well into dawn. One hand resting on the katana at his hip, he briskly began making his way back to the inn.
So, is it considered breakfast or dinner if I chow down then crash after this? He stepped down the walkway, weaving past the growing bustle of traders and locals just beginning their day. The Highlander was always happy to lend his consultation when the Grand Companies had questions - but the travel back and forth between Shirogane and Vylbrand, even by aetheryte, always led to strange hours.
On the verge of deciding to call it breakfast and passing out anyway, he slowed his pace, surveying the hawkers and their wares. The sunlight gleam on one of the tables caught his eye, as he stopped and studied the odds and ends nested in the table quilt. As the miqo'te lass' expectant gaze met his own, he reached down and picked up what appeared to be a fragmented piece of Allagan junk.
Schezar knew a children's toy when he saw one, though. There tended to be a surprising number of them amidst all the other remnants of the ancient civilization. He set the top down on the wood of the table, at the edge of the quilt, and gave it a spin. As the top spun perfectly in place, he glanced back at Marisa. "How much for this one?"
So, is it considered breakfast or dinner if I chow down then crash after this? He stepped down the walkway, weaving past the growing bustle of traders and locals just beginning their day. The Highlander was always happy to lend his consultation when the Grand Companies had questions - but the travel back and forth between Shirogane and Vylbrand, even by aetheryte, always led to strange hours.
On the verge of deciding to call it breakfast and passing out anyway, he slowed his pace, surveying the hawkers and their wares. The sunlight gleam on one of the tables caught his eye, as he stopped and studied the odds and ends nested in the table quilt. As the miqo'te lass' expectant gaze met his own, he reached down and picked up what appeared to be a fragmented piece of Allagan junk.
Schezar knew a children's toy when he saw one, though. There tended to be a surprising number of them amidst all the other remnants of the ancient civilization. He set the top down on the wood of the table, at the edge of the quilt, and gave it a spin. As the top spun perfectly in place, he glanced back at Marisa. "How much for this one?"
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