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Madin pretended to take notice as Todd trotted off, chest puffed out, stomach sucked in, after delivering his little 'Everything is under control' speech. What a bother.
Now that the hindrance was out of the way, he turned to face the two remaining members of his audience, saying, "Lodging I can help, yes. Yes?" More so to the woman, "Sweet place it is will you find, bitter face will find you not, yes, Yes?" He then took out two pamphlets from the folds of his robe and passed them to his new-found customers.
Other than a map of Limsa Lominsa, with the Drowning Wench Tavern circled in an ink that faintly smelt of fish guts, the pamphlets also contain the instructions, "Ask for the Fisher." Adding on to that instruction was a child-like scribble barely visible, saying, "Yes?"
"Now go, go. Gentleman escort ladee, no. No? ...Yes? ...Yes. Sweeper take care of little mess here, yes?" Madin gestured to the pool of blood still smugly beaming at the end of the alleyway, reflecting the sun's rays.
He sniffed at the woman. "Ah, smell only you now, no? Take alleyway smell with you not good, yes?" With this he sprayed some Deodoriser onto the cat-woman. "Worry not about payment now, yes? Treat it as favor owed, yes?" He made an awkward wink at her.
He then made his way to the back of the alleyway, giving a dismissive wave to his two ex-companions.
Oh, tired. So, so tired.
Now that the hindrance was out of the way, he turned to face the two remaining members of his audience, saying, "Lodging I can help, yes. Yes?" More so to the woman, "Sweet place it is will you find, bitter face will find you not, yes, Yes?" He then took out two pamphlets from the folds of his robe and passed them to his new-found customers.
Other than a map of Limsa Lominsa, with the Drowning Wench Tavern circled in an ink that faintly smelt of fish guts, the pamphlets also contain the instructions, "Ask for the Fisher." Adding on to that instruction was a child-like scribble barely visible, saying, "Yes?"
"Now go, go. Gentleman escort ladee, no. No? ...Yes? ...Yes. Sweeper take care of little mess here, yes?" Madin gestured to the pool of blood still smugly beaming at the end of the alleyway, reflecting the sun's rays.
He sniffed at the woman. "Ah, smell only you now, no? Take alleyway smell with you not good, yes?" With this he sprayed some Deodoriser onto the cat-woman. "Worry not about payment now, yes? Treat it as favor owed, yes?" He made an awkward wink at her.
He then made his way to the back of the alleyway, giving a dismissive wave to his two ex-companions.
Oh, tired. So, so tired.
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