"Oh, by all means", C'kayah purred silkily, "give your own report in detail. Be sure to include your own initial decision to give away the seal, I'm sure it will make for fascinating reading. Be sure you take care to spell my name correctly: U'kwor, that's ew apostrophe kay double ew oh ar."
The pair continued on their way, seemingly clasped in comradely love, through the streets of Ul'dah. The Miqo'te breathed heavily as they went, as if the exertion was more than he cared for. Nodding at the cheerful yellow flicker of light from a wine shop, he continued to talk.
"When we're done with the healer, let's stop there. Following the two of you was thirsty work. I'm fond of the light, sparkling wine of Vesper Bay, though something fortified would not go amiss tonight. That shop, by the way, is renowned for its cheese. They buy from a man who imports this hard cheese from the south which is- ah, here we are!"
The pair arrived at a door, marked simply with "M'riss", and the sigil of a healer. A light burned inside, strange for the hour. The Miqo'te kicked the door, his soft boots pounding softly on the wood. A female voice called something from inside, indistinct through the door, which presently opened.
M'riss was an older Miqo'te woman, with dark brown hair shot with silver and the pale skin of a Keeper, dressed plainly. Silver framed glasses hung on a fine chain around her neck. She looked at the pair, her eyes glancing at C'kayah before coming to rest on the Hyur he supported.
"Yes? Come in, come in", she said. "What happened to you?"
The front room was a workroom, with a stout wooden table in the center, the tools of her trade on shelves and in drawers around it. C'kayah helped Tobias into the room, toward the table.
"My friend here got in a bit of a scuffle", C'kayah replied. "Took a boot to the knee and a heavy blow to the ribs. He's in pain, and he's having trouble walking."
M'riss closed the door, settling her glasses on her face. She moved to peer into Tobias' eyes. "Oh? Fighting, have we been? Take off your shirt, we'd better check you out."
The pair continued on their way, seemingly clasped in comradely love, through the streets of Ul'dah. The Miqo'te breathed heavily as they went, as if the exertion was more than he cared for. Nodding at the cheerful yellow flicker of light from a wine shop, he continued to talk.
"When we're done with the healer, let's stop there. Following the two of you was thirsty work. I'm fond of the light, sparkling wine of Vesper Bay, though something fortified would not go amiss tonight. That shop, by the way, is renowned for its cheese. They buy from a man who imports this hard cheese from the south which is- ah, here we are!"
The pair arrived at a door, marked simply with "M'riss", and the sigil of a healer. A light burned inside, strange for the hour. The Miqo'te kicked the door, his soft boots pounding softly on the wood. A female voice called something from inside, indistinct through the door, which presently opened.
M'riss was an older Miqo'te woman, with dark brown hair shot with silver and the pale skin of a Keeper, dressed plainly. Silver framed glasses hung on a fine chain around her neck. She looked at the pair, her eyes glancing at C'kayah before coming to rest on the Hyur he supported.
"Yes? Come in, come in", she said. "What happened to you?"
The front room was a workroom, with a stout wooden table in the center, the tools of her trade on shelves and in drawers around it. C'kayah helped Tobias into the room, toward the table.
"My friend here got in a bit of a scuffle", C'kayah replied. "Took a boot to the knee and a heavy blow to the ribs. He's in pain, and he's having trouble walking."
M'riss closed the door, settling her glasses on her face. She moved to peer into Tobias' eyes. "Oh? Fighting, have we been? Take off your shirt, we'd better check you out."
