Tobias was not sure if fatigue was starting to set in from the incessant pain or if he was becoming less tolerant of his new found 'ally'. Despite their 'friendly' demeanor, Tobias held no trust nor gave the benefit of the doubt to the Miqo'te. Still, the Midlander would have to wait and see if he could retrieve the seal in a peaceful manner the chances of that were starting to wear thin.
       During their jaunt, Tobias would remain silent and only actually pay attention to whatever C'kayah was saying when the Hyur deemed it worthy of any attention at all. Not surprisingly, everything the Seeker said was drivel. At best. While they walked through Ul'dah, Tobias took note of the surrounding areas. He was familiar enough with the city that he would have taken notice to where he was heading towards. Any noticeable landmarks would have only made it easier to determine if he was near the Ossuary, or passing by Pearl Lane, or anywhere else.
       Their walk seemed to just drag on and on, but perhaps Tobias was thinking it was more his companions babble that made their journey stretch. Regardless of the annoyance that the Miqo'te so graciously provided, the raven-haired man continued to stay in silent focus and observed his whereabouts just in case he found himself in a particularly odd place to be at, in regards to finding a healer. Of course, when they finally reached their destination, he could have sworn that a few Umbral and Astral eras had past during their arduous trek.
       Tobias shifted his eyes on the Miqo'te woman that greeted them after the boot-knock from C'kayah. When she glanced at the Seeker, Tobias looked intently to attempt to discern any information that he could. Before he entered, he took a glance up at the sigil and the word 'M'riss'. Perception would be key at this point and about the only thing he could rely on.
       Tobias promptly, but not so much rudely, brushed away C'kayah's hands finally after he entered the workroom. He gleaned quite practically everything he could from the various tools on shelves, to the stout wooden table that C'kayah had tried to guide him towards, and everything in-between. He was already on the defensive, but even the slightest hint of anything would put him on the offensive as foolish as that might be.
       Though he heard the woman's command, Tobias kept his shirt and instead slowly turned in place while he scanned and observed. Finally, he began to press on the more pressing subject, "You seem to be quite intent on trying to drive that point home as if that will mean anything to my...our employers. If that is your only means of getting what you want," he stopped turning to look pointedly at C'kayah, "you will have to try much harder than that."
       Then, something suddenly flashed across his mind as a brow perked, "Speaking of our employers, where is your linkpearl? I would find it hard to believe that you would not have been given one."
       Tobias turned to peer at M'riss, the next question fired at her, "How long have you had this establishment? Besides the Quicksand, I do not know many who offer any services at such odd hours. Or more specifically, a clinic." Tobias then looked between the two Miqo'te. The Midlander kept his calm and composure but definitely was not being lax about anything. The only chance Tobias could have afforded had been spent when he walked away from the Sultansworn, instead of forcing C'kayah to have stayed at the Gold Court by any means necessary and hope that Landrenel would have came to Tobias' aid instead of C'kayah's.
       During their jaunt, Tobias would remain silent and only actually pay attention to whatever C'kayah was saying when the Hyur deemed it worthy of any attention at all. Not surprisingly, everything the Seeker said was drivel. At best. While they walked through Ul'dah, Tobias took note of the surrounding areas. He was familiar enough with the city that he would have taken notice to where he was heading towards. Any noticeable landmarks would have only made it easier to determine if he was near the Ossuary, or passing by Pearl Lane, or anywhere else.
       Their walk seemed to just drag on and on, but perhaps Tobias was thinking it was more his companions babble that made their journey stretch. Regardless of the annoyance that the Miqo'te so graciously provided, the raven-haired man continued to stay in silent focus and observed his whereabouts just in case he found himself in a particularly odd place to be at, in regards to finding a healer. Of course, when they finally reached their destination, he could have sworn that a few Umbral and Astral eras had past during their arduous trek.
       Tobias shifted his eyes on the Miqo'te woman that greeted them after the boot-knock from C'kayah. When she glanced at the Seeker, Tobias looked intently to attempt to discern any information that he could. Before he entered, he took a glance up at the sigil and the word 'M'riss'. Perception would be key at this point and about the only thing he could rely on.
       Tobias promptly, but not so much rudely, brushed away C'kayah's hands finally after he entered the workroom. He gleaned quite practically everything he could from the various tools on shelves, to the stout wooden table that C'kayah had tried to guide him towards, and everything in-between. He was already on the defensive, but even the slightest hint of anything would put him on the offensive as foolish as that might be.
       Though he heard the woman's command, Tobias kept his shirt and instead slowly turned in place while he scanned and observed. Finally, he began to press on the more pressing subject, "You seem to be quite intent on trying to drive that point home as if that will mean anything to my...our employers. If that is your only means of getting what you want," he stopped turning to look pointedly at C'kayah, "you will have to try much harder than that."
       Then, something suddenly flashed across his mind as a brow perked, "Speaking of our employers, where is your linkpearl? I would find it hard to believe that you would not have been given one."
       Tobias turned to peer at M'riss, the next question fired at her, "How long have you had this establishment? Besides the Quicksand, I do not know many who offer any services at such odd hours. Or more specifically, a clinic." Tobias then looked between the two Miqo'te. The Midlander kept his calm and composure but definitely was not being lax about anything. The only chance Tobias could have afforded had been spent when he walked away from the Sultansworn, instead of forcing C'kayah to have stayed at the Gold Court by any means necessary and hope that Landrenel would have came to Tobias' aid instead of C'kayah's.
