Enju grumbled as he awoke from his sleep within the Quicksand, the words ringing clear within his head. He shook his head, placing his palms along his face to wash away the scowling face. Putting on his seneschal's garb, he listened for the sound of the bell, then attached his pair of cesti on his sarouel with a heavy woolen string as he heard no ringing. He took out his journal, scribbling furiously within.
"I wake up to the talk of traitors within the Sultansworn in Ul'dah. I have a feeling I already know who that one is. She must still act under that one's will. I was such a damned fool to let that one go."
He set his journal down, his scribbling growing so furious that the lines made no words, just the ink spilled along the page and into the next as his quill pierced the parchment. His hands shook as he set the bottle away, the quill swiveling between his fingers with each movement he made.
He should have killed them both when he had the chance, when their guard was lowered, witnesses and life be damned. There's no way it could have been a dream. The claim of being a child of that damnable being, the one who wreaked havoc upon the land seemed ridiculous. Utterly insane. It was only that thought that stopped him from drawing his spear and butchering the both of them that night. It was all too obvious that woman was tempered, and that idiot girl claimed her lineage aloud in the Quicksand. Why did nobody care?
Still, if he was to keep his duty, he would have to uphold the law, even in a place where the law has become a running gag as Ul'dah had made it out to be. Why hasn't the Sultana taken action yet on that one? Perhaps it was a farce?
He let out a soft sigh. He wasn't the Sultana's servant after all. Ul'dah's politics are beyond him, as he could only see it as a city where Gil is the law, and only Gil will satisfy when it comes to any act, no matter how heinous or cruel. Mayhaps it is better now, but the past was all too recent to shake that thought from him. He takes his steps into the main hall of the Quicksand, an eye covered with that coeurl eye patch, listening in to the commotion as he awaits the inevitable call for his services from his liege.
"I wake up to the talk of traitors within the Sultansworn in Ul'dah. I have a feeling I already know who that one is. She must still act under that one's will. I was such a damned fool to let that one go."
He set his journal down, his scribbling growing so furious that the lines made no words, just the ink spilled along the page and into the next as his quill pierced the parchment. His hands shook as he set the bottle away, the quill swiveling between his fingers with each movement he made.
He should have killed them both when he had the chance, when their guard was lowered, witnesses and life be damned. There's no way it could have been a dream. The claim of being a child of that damnable being, the one who wreaked havoc upon the land seemed ridiculous. Utterly insane. It was only that thought that stopped him from drawing his spear and butchering the both of them that night. It was all too obvious that woman was tempered, and that idiot girl claimed her lineage aloud in the Quicksand. Why did nobody care?
Still, if he was to keep his duty, he would have to uphold the law, even in a place where the law has become a running gag as Ul'dah had made it out to be. Why hasn't the Sultana taken action yet on that one? Perhaps it was a farce?
He let out a soft sigh. He wasn't the Sultana's servant after all. Ul'dah's politics are beyond him, as he could only see it as a city where Gil is the law, and only Gil will satisfy when it comes to any act, no matter how heinous or cruel. Mayhaps it is better now, but the past was all too recent to shake that thought from him. He takes his steps into the main hall of the Quicksand, an eye covered with that coeurl eye patch, listening in to the commotion as he awaits the inevitable call for his services from his liege.
