((Too long for the bulletin board so I'm making a short thing))
The slouched Lalafellin form sat at a table near the bar in the airship landing strip of Ul'dah. Kage sat with his back against the chair, his shield arm in a sling and cloth wrapped around his forehead. His arm was cradled near his chest as he tapped softly on the table with his uninjured arm.
It was all his fault.
Natalie's letters told him that she didn't blame him. Did Kayah? Did Kayah not blame him too? Or did Kayah blame Kage for the argument that Natalie and Kayah had had. Did he blame Kage for not being there as his head was kicked in and for not stopping the Roegadyn from sliding a dagger into Kayah's back.
Tears slid off the Lalafell's face as his headache worsened, from both emotional and physical pain. The uninjured hand slipped into his shirt, grabbing a pouch that contained a tonic inside. He took off the stopper and drank its contents. It was a mild pain-relieving medicine he had gotten from the infirmary. He knew Denn had trusted Remi but he didn’t know Remi much at all. He remembered her from the night at the NB HQ when Roen revealed her secret but that meeting was just as passing as knowing Stanzie or some of the other members of NB. From what he gathered she was from Grim, allies of NB. He just didn’t know any of the group much at all except for Natalie, Roen, Kayah, and… Denn. Denn who hurt him a bit, who he had been suspicious about given how she fit Kayah’s Roegadyn attacker so well. But she had come upon him and saved him. Denn had brought him and Ruru to Remi…
Kage eyed the contents of the small glasses set before him. They were filled with an amber colored liquid, some brandy. Kage usually favored ales but right now… Right now.. A hand shot out, taking a glass as he knocked his head back and swallowed  the alcohol. The burning sensation helped a little before he knocked down two other shots in succession. The nausea he had felt earlier ebbed away as he started to feel the effects of the pain-reliever as well as the three shots of brandy. Closing his eyes, he leaned his head back against the chair, as he slammed a clenched fist onto the table top.
What had happened? Just what had happened?
The slouched Lalafellin form sat at a table near the bar in the airship landing strip of Ul'dah. Kage sat with his back against the chair, his shield arm in a sling and cloth wrapped around his forehead. His arm was cradled near his chest as he tapped softly on the table with his uninjured arm.
It was all his fault.
Natalie's letters told him that she didn't blame him. Did Kayah? Did Kayah not blame him too? Or did Kayah blame Kage for the argument that Natalie and Kayah had had. Did he blame Kage for not being there as his head was kicked in and for not stopping the Roegadyn from sliding a dagger into Kayah's back.
Tears slid off the Lalafell's face as his headache worsened, from both emotional and physical pain. The uninjured hand slipped into his shirt, grabbing a pouch that contained a tonic inside. He took off the stopper and drank its contents. It was a mild pain-relieving medicine he had gotten from the infirmary. He knew Denn had trusted Remi but he didn’t know Remi much at all. He remembered her from the night at the NB HQ when Roen revealed her secret but that meeting was just as passing as knowing Stanzie or some of the other members of NB. From what he gathered she was from Grim, allies of NB. He just didn’t know any of the group much at all except for Natalie, Roen, Kayah, and… Denn. Denn who hurt him a bit, who he had been suspicious about given how she fit Kayah’s Roegadyn attacker so well. But she had come upon him and saved him. Denn had brought him and Ruru to Remi…
Kage eyed the contents of the small glasses set before him. They were filled with an amber colored liquid, some brandy. Kage usually favored ales but right now… Right now.. A hand shot out, taking a glass as he knocked his head back and swallowed  the alcohol. The burning sensation helped a little before he knocked down two other shots in succession. The nausea he had felt earlier ebbed away as he started to feel the effects of the pain-reliever as well as the three shots of brandy. Closing his eyes, he leaned his head back against the chair, as he slammed a clenched fist onto the table top.
What had happened? Just what had happened?
