Osric reached up with one hand and lifted the corner of the news pamphlet off his face, peeking out at the sudden commotion that had spread all along Sapphire Avenue. He'd been reclining on this bench for one of his infamous two-to-three bell naps, baking under the sun's heat, his exposed skin shielded by the pamphlet, and he wasn't particularly happy to have been woken halfway through his rest and relaxation.
"Welcome t'Ul'dah," he grumbled, "where traitors are as common as cutpurses in Limsa."
I should know, I've been both now.
He groaned, dropped his hand back into his lap, and went back to sleep.
"Welcome t'Ul'dah," he grumbled, "where traitors are as common as cutpurses in Limsa."
I should know, I've been both now.
He groaned, dropped his hand back into his lap, and went back to sleep.
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