(( you guys are going to help me out with the location names but do you guys know of the aetheryte town in thanalan? Like the one near the cobbler's coffin or whatever? And the little village of poor people, where there was a fate of killing cactuars and collecting their seeds? Yeah, those places))
Lodine quickly made his way to the steps of Nald. He glanced over his shoulder to check on his pursuers. One of them was gone!Â
"They must be planning something", he thought to himself.
He could still make out the figure of the women that was tailing him. Something about her... what was it. Her gaze... it made him uneasy.
He made it outside of ul'dah. He quickly glanced around for a chocobo. It seemed a naive adventurer had left one ripe for the picking, the fool. He quickly placed the wounded miqo'te on the bird and rode of into northern Thanalan.
As he rode the young Miqo'te seemed to say something but he could not make out the words. He then remembered that she called him master. It reminded him of his... the one he would be dining with, along with his new founded group of brothers and sisters. Murders, thieves, outcasts, all of them! But their leader... He never judged. He never judged Lodine of his crimes. He embraced it even. Encouraged it!Â
Lodine remembered the memory. The bloody memory of when he first sank his teeth into his own kind. When he could not resist the temptation to eat the meet of another Hyur. But what would a Miqo'te taste like? Coeurl? As he neared the N. Thanalan aetheryte he thought to himself:
"Well I'm about to find out."
Lodine quickly made his way to the steps of Nald. He glanced over his shoulder to check on his pursuers. One of them was gone!Â
"They must be planning something", he thought to himself.
He could still make out the figure of the women that was tailing him. Something about her... what was it. Her gaze... it made him uneasy.
He made it outside of ul'dah. He quickly glanced around for a chocobo. It seemed a naive adventurer had left one ripe for the picking, the fool. He quickly placed the wounded miqo'te on the bird and rode of into northern Thanalan.
As he rode the young Miqo'te seemed to say something but he could not make out the words. He then remembered that she called him master. It reminded him of his... the one he would be dining with, along with his new founded group of brothers and sisters. Murders, thieves, outcasts, all of them! But their leader... He never judged. He never judged Lodine of his crimes. He embraced it even. Encouraged it!Â
Lodine remembered the memory. The bloody memory of when he first sank his teeth into his own kind. When he could not resist the temptation to eat the meet of another Hyur. But what would a Miqo'te taste like? Coeurl? As he neared the N. Thanalan aetheryte he thought to himself:
"Well I'm about to find out."
