Tyriont grumbled to himself bitterly as he made his way towards the lumberyard. Too bloody early. Too bloody hung over. Still, the Flame needed repairs and it was his responsibility to put in the order. He paused for a moment, turning towards the dock and facing the sea and took a deep breath with a smile. Nothing like a fresh sea breeze to make him feel better. A beak nuzzled into his neck and he reached up to scratch his chocobo's neck affectionately. The bird was strapped into a harness attached to a decently sized cart, which would soon be loaded with a supply of lumber imported from Gridania and hauled off to the other end of the Drydocks where the Phoenix Flame was at port.
"Alright, Tyrone. Alright. I'll cheer up. C'mon, sooner we get this over with, sooner we can find us some breakfast, eh?" Tyrone let out a happy 'wark', prompting a grin from the pirate. Turning from the ocean the two resumed their path, the empty cart letting out a soft clack as the wheels passed over gaps in the stone pathway. Before long the short figure of the Yardmaster Yulgi Honalgi came into view, busily barking orders at his crew. "Hoi, Honalgi!" Tyriont barked at the man. "Here t'pick up my order!" The Lalafell nodded in the direction of a small pile of well-cut lumber off to the side of the yard. Shaking his head and quietly grumbling about how he should have known better than to expect any help loading the wood, Tyriont set about the arduous task of loading up the cart.
"Alright, Tyrone. Alright. I'll cheer up. C'mon, sooner we get this over with, sooner we can find us some breakfast, eh?" Tyrone let out a happy 'wark', prompting a grin from the pirate. Turning from the ocean the two resumed their path, the empty cart letting out a soft clack as the wheels passed over gaps in the stone pathway. Before long the short figure of the Yardmaster Yulgi Honalgi came into view, busily barking orders at his crew. "Hoi, Honalgi!" Tyriont barked at the man. "Here t'pick up my order!" The Lalafell nodded in the direction of a small pile of well-cut lumber off to the side of the yard. Shaking his head and quietly grumbling about how he should have known better than to expect any help loading the wood, Tyriont set about the arduous task of loading up the cart.
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