The sun, though setting, was blistering hot upon the bustling city of Ul'dah. Causing sweat to drip from the brow of a rather tall, blonde, Miqo'te.
He wiped his forehead clean of perspiration and his frown deepened at the heat. His large lion-like tail swished side to side in mild agitation as he stood along the walls of the entry gates, hoping to catch the eye of a visitor. Next to him, several other men and women gathered. All battle-worn and more than capable in combat.
A young Lalafell girl stood in front of them, yelling aloud for all to hear,
"Looking for someone to keep you safe? A protector in the unforgiving desert terrain? A henchman to carry your goods on your way back home?! Look no further! We have the finest of mercenaries here to choose from! Hagglers welcome!"
He rolled his eyes as people came and went, most from his band of sell-swords already disappearing with their new clients. He was one of the few left still not hired,yet in desperate need of gil and work. His gauntleted fingers toyed with the price tag around his neck.
A snort escaped him. Why such a small price for his strong arm? Truly, he was not the friendliest of sorts. But he got the job done all the same. His eyes made contact with all those who dared to look upon him, waiting to be snatched up by a potential buyer looking for a mercenary.
He wiped his forehead clean of perspiration and his frown deepened at the heat. His large lion-like tail swished side to side in mild agitation as he stood along the walls of the entry gates, hoping to catch the eye of a visitor. Next to him, several other men and women gathered. All battle-worn and more than capable in combat.
A young Lalafell girl stood in front of them, yelling aloud for all to hear,
"Looking for someone to keep you safe? A protector in the unforgiving desert terrain? A henchman to carry your goods on your way back home?! Look no further! We have the finest of mercenaries here to choose from! Hagglers welcome!"
He rolled his eyes as people came and went, most from his band of sell-swords already disappearing with their new clients. He was one of the few left still not hired,yet in desperate need of gil and work. His gauntleted fingers toyed with the price tag around his neck.
'5,000 gil'
A snort escaped him. Why such a small price for his strong arm? Truly, he was not the friendliest of sorts. But he got the job done all the same. His eyes made contact with all those who dared to look upon him, waiting to be snatched up by a potential buyer looking for a mercenary.
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