The large red-haired Highlander sighed as he walked from stall to stall in the market place-though one could probably confuse almost all of Ul'dah as a marketplace. Atleast he could. Breathing out a deep sigh from his lips as he stood from his crouching position near the base of the last vendor he bothered with checking.
He had hoped that the fact of the merchant carrying some commonplace liqueurs would lead to him finding the specific one he was hunting for. But lo! Luck had not be with him this day.
Twisting himself back into the pathway of the crowd which had been milling about, forming into them like a fish does to water. Moving through the crowd with a steady tread, careful not to brush or knock against anyone. Only wishing to find what he was looking for-though that would not come to be.
As a distinct voice reached the man's ears. Turning to the Miqo'te not far from where he stood within the group of people. Stopping his progress amongst them to look at her over some of the consumers. Not sure if her words were directed to any one being or himself.
Quirking a single crimson brow as he pointed at his barrel chest, clothed in a dark brown tunic. Wondering if her gesture and words were aimed at him or another. Maybe there was someone else whom stopped like he did at her pitch? Maybe there was someone whom she directed this all towards?
Baer had no clue.
He had hoped that the fact of the merchant carrying some commonplace liqueurs would lead to him finding the specific one he was hunting for. But lo! Luck had not be with him this day.
Twisting himself back into the pathway of the crowd which had been milling about, forming into them like a fish does to water. Moving through the crowd with a steady tread, careful not to brush or knock against anyone. Only wishing to find what he was looking for-though that would not come to be.
As a distinct voice reached the man's ears. Turning to the Miqo'te not far from where he stood within the group of people. Stopping his progress amongst them to look at her over some of the consumers. Not sure if her words were directed to any one being or himself.
Quirking a single crimson brow as he pointed at his barrel chest, clothed in a dark brown tunic. Wondering if her gesture and words were aimed at him or another. Maybe there was someone else whom stopped like he did at her pitch? Maybe there was someone whom she directed this all towards?
Baer had no clue.
"Running is a good option." -
