A light breeze blew in through the window of the house in Gridania. Â A hand moved to keep the candles from blowing out.
"A beautiful night tonight, isn't it my dear?" Â The lady elezen smiled, lifting her spoon to her mouth. Â Her husband gave a light grunt, moving his hand from the candles and picked up his own utensil.
"Father, if it bothers you so, then close the window."
"It's fine, child. Â If I did, your mother would just open them again." Â The man smiled to his children, though they were much older and taller to be seen as such.
"Mother, have you been to the markets lately? Â I heard Madame Posstrone has imported new silks from Ul'Dah!"
"Bah, I am more interested in the weapons from there. Â An edge so sharp, it would slice through leather and steel!"
"Enough you two. Â We shall go to the markets tomorrow afternoon and see with our own eyes!" Â The elder elezen laughed as he lifted his glass of wine to his lips.
Just then, the door to the dining chambers opened, and their butler entered, a silver tray laying in his palm with a letter and pouch upon it.
"Forgive the intrusion, Master Rillemont, but this has just arrived for you."
The master of the house nodded, picking up the letter and opened it. Â His eyes scanned over the words as his expression became more grave.
"What is wrong, dear?" Â "What is wrong, father?"
The rest of the family chimed in their concerns as the elder elezen slumped in his chair.
"They said my eldest daughter is dead ... murdered ..."
The three at the table gasped, the women bursting to tears.
"How did this happen, father. Â Who did this? Â I will find them and make them pay!"
Master Rillemont smiled weakly towards his son, proud of the man he had become.
"Witnesses say a cloaked man cornered Ophianne while she was resting after a day of working in Ul'Dah. Â This ... creature ... beat her near to death before slitting her throat." Â His words trailed off as his voice wavered. Â "Master Hext sends us his condolences and the rest ... rest of Ophianne's pay to help us through ..."
"I will find this person, father. Â I swear on this!"
Another breeze came through the window on the cool, Gridanian night, but this time, there was no hand to shield the flames as they flickered out one by one.
"A beautiful night tonight, isn't it my dear?" Â The lady elezen smiled, lifting her spoon to her mouth. Â Her husband gave a light grunt, moving his hand from the candles and picked up his own utensil.
"Father, if it bothers you so, then close the window."
"It's fine, child. Â If I did, your mother would just open them again." Â The man smiled to his children, though they were much older and taller to be seen as such.
"Mother, have you been to the markets lately? Â I heard Madame Posstrone has imported new silks from Ul'Dah!"
"Bah, I am more interested in the weapons from there. Â An edge so sharp, it would slice through leather and steel!"
"Enough you two. Â We shall go to the markets tomorrow afternoon and see with our own eyes!" Â The elder elezen laughed as he lifted his glass of wine to his lips.
Just then, the door to the dining chambers opened, and their butler entered, a silver tray laying in his palm with a letter and pouch upon it.
"Forgive the intrusion, Master Rillemont, but this has just arrived for you."
The master of the house nodded, picking up the letter and opened it. Â His eyes scanned over the words as his expression became more grave.
"What is wrong, dear?" Â "What is wrong, father?"
The rest of the family chimed in their concerns as the elder elezen slumped in his chair.
"They said my eldest daughter is dead ... murdered ..."
The three at the table gasped, the women bursting to tears.
"How did this happen, father. Â Who did this? Â I will find them and make them pay!"
Master Rillemont smiled weakly towards his son, proud of the man he had become.
"Witnesses say a cloaked man cornered Ophianne while she was resting after a day of working in Ul'Dah. Â This ... creature ... beat her near to death before slitting her throat." Â His words trailed off as his voice wavered. Â "Master Hext sends us his condolences and the rest ... rest of Ophianne's pay to help us through ..."
"I will find this person, father. Â I swear on this!"
Another breeze came through the window on the cool, Gridanian night, but this time, there was no hand to shield the flames as they flickered out one by one.
