((Based on events that occurred last night...why did they have to keep dropping my name... 
lol))
“How am I supposed to find a man who may not even be in this city?â€Â the female grumbled to herself as she sat alone at a table in “The Drowning Wench,†the sounds of Limsa echoing into the crowded room. The hyur female wore a collection of loose fitting, grey robes and a brown scarf around her tan neck. Her black hair and brown eyes gave her a drab appearance, though her narrow face was not unattractive.
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The female’s choice in color was deliberate. Grey’s and browns didn’t catch the eye and made her easy to be forgotten.
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“The miqo’te was hard to track when he was our operative.†the woman reflected, bringing her half-consumed glass of wine to her lips and taking a small sip as her eyes moved around the mass of people moving around the room. “How are we expected to find…â€
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“…Askier.â€
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The name hadn’t been spoken loudly, or with any type of emphasis,but the woman heard it as if it had been a gunshot. Her head slowly turned and her brown eyes fixed on two figures at the edge of the room sitting around a table. One was a broad figure, likely hyur, clad from head-to-toe in armor. The woman was dismissive of the armored hyur as she studied the other figure, whose face was hidden by a brown cowl.
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“No way it was this easy.†the woman blinked in disbelief as she continued to watch. “Surly no one is stupid enough to just drop that name.â€
Part of her wanted to have misheard. After all, Askier and his allies had pulled a fast one on Jin’li not once but twice. If they had managed it by not brilliance but by sheer dumb luck, how poorly would that reflect upon Master Adin?
The two figures spoke for a while and then parted, the female unable to make out their exact words.
She ignored the armored hyur as the cowled figure stood, a brown trail swung around and flicked itself as the figure started to leave.
“His face. I need to see it.†the woman muttered to herself as she tossed a few gil on the table and rose to follow, leaving her glass unfinished. She had never seen Askier before, but knew his description. Tall, brown hair, blue highlights, scars on his face, and missing his left eye.
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The robed figure crossed a bridge and went to the railing lining a deep but narrow drop off. The woman seated herself on a bench on the opposite side of the figure and watched, pretending to be reading a book.
A woman approached the hooded figure and they embraced.
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Adin’s female spy continued to watch.
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Now an armored figure appeared. It removed its helmet, revealing itself to be a red-headed miqo’te. The red-head was clad in thick steel and hauling around a large axe.Â
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The female could hear bits and pieces of their conversation. Then the first armored figure from earlier, the hyur in armor, re-appeared, along with a third miqo’te whom had a bow strung across his back.
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The woman’s face fell as she listened, hearing phrases like “sickly-runtâ€and “games†across the narrow divide although she did not catch every word.
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“There is no way this collection of riff-raff could be the ones who defeated Askier, Adin, and Jin’li. They were acting like a bunch of bickering children. There was no subterfuge, no clever sentences. Just a lot of bickering and one-liner quips. This-“
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“Shut up, Askier.â€
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The armored miqo’te had grunted these words loud enough for her to hear and the woman felt her heart fall since as the hooded figure seemed to accept the name without hesitation.
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“Dear Emperor,†the woman pleaded in despair. “Please tell me they are trying to mislead me and they aren’t actually being this stupid?â€
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The woman sat still for a while longer, the armored hyur and the hyur woman leaving together, the armored hyur male making a quip about two of the male miqo’tes being in need room 23. The woman let her face fall into her palm and she held it there as she cringed.
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“This isn’t happening, this isn’t happening.†The female repeated over and over. She heard footfalls and she looked up. The three miqo’te where making their way across the bridge. The armored male was letting the hooded miqo’te lean against him as the one with the bow followed. The woman tried not to stare but she did and managed to catch a look at the face beneath the cowl. Only one, golden eye gleamed out from the shadows, the other covered in an eye patch. The three miqo’te passed and the woman turned her head around the corner to watch as the hooded figure slowly walked up the stairs to his inn room alone.
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The woman rose to her feet, weakly, walking over to the railing and putting in a linkpearl. Her voice was unsteady as she spoke softly.
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“Ryn…Rynsur.â€Â she said the name hesitantly, trying to figure out how to report everything she had seen.
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“Go ahead.†Rynsur’s miqo’te voice replied after a moment inher ear.
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“I found them.†The female muttered with a disbelieving snort coming from her nose.
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“Found who..Askier? Already? Where? How?â€Â Rynsur stammered in surprise.
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“Not just him, I think his allies as well judging by things I overheard.â€
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“Well, that was certainly faster than I had anticipated. What did they do, use Askier’s name aloud around you?†Rynsur joked
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The female spy said nothing.
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“Please tell me, I wasn’t right with that.†Rynsur inquired flatly.
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“No, you were.†The woman replied with a sing-song tone toher voice.
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“How did they ever manage to- Doesn’t matter. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Where are you?â€
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“The Drowning Wench. I believe Askier just went to his room.†The woman replied.
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“Keep an eye out but don’t move in. I’ll tell Master Adin and will contact you when I am in Limsa.â€
lol))“How am I supposed to find a man who may not even be in this city?â€Â the female grumbled to herself as she sat alone at a table in “The Drowning Wench,†the sounds of Limsa echoing into the crowded room. The hyur female wore a collection of loose fitting, grey robes and a brown scarf around her tan neck. Her black hair and brown eyes gave her a drab appearance, though her narrow face was not unattractive.
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The female’s choice in color was deliberate. Grey’s and browns didn’t catch the eye and made her easy to be forgotten.
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“The miqo’te was hard to track when he was our operative.†the woman reflected, bringing her half-consumed glass of wine to her lips and taking a small sip as her eyes moved around the mass of people moving around the room. “How are we expected to find…â€
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“…Askier.â€
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The name hadn’t been spoken loudly, or with any type of emphasis,but the woman heard it as if it had been a gunshot. Her head slowly turned and her brown eyes fixed on two figures at the edge of the room sitting around a table. One was a broad figure, likely hyur, clad from head-to-toe in armor. The woman was dismissive of the armored hyur as she studied the other figure, whose face was hidden by a brown cowl.
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“No way it was this easy.†the woman blinked in disbelief as she continued to watch. “Surly no one is stupid enough to just drop that name.â€
Part of her wanted to have misheard. After all, Askier and his allies had pulled a fast one on Jin’li not once but twice. If they had managed it by not brilliance but by sheer dumb luck, how poorly would that reflect upon Master Adin?
The two figures spoke for a while and then parted, the female unable to make out their exact words.
She ignored the armored hyur as the cowled figure stood, a brown trail swung around and flicked itself as the figure started to leave.
“His face. I need to see it.†the woman muttered to herself as she tossed a few gil on the table and rose to follow, leaving her glass unfinished. She had never seen Askier before, but knew his description. Tall, brown hair, blue highlights, scars on his face, and missing his left eye.
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The robed figure crossed a bridge and went to the railing lining a deep but narrow drop off. The woman seated herself on a bench on the opposite side of the figure and watched, pretending to be reading a book.
A woman approached the hooded figure and they embraced.
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Adin’s female spy continued to watch.
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Now an armored figure appeared. It removed its helmet, revealing itself to be a red-headed miqo’te. The red-head was clad in thick steel and hauling around a large axe.Â
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The female could hear bits and pieces of their conversation. Then the first armored figure from earlier, the hyur in armor, re-appeared, along with a third miqo’te whom had a bow strung across his back.
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The woman’s face fell as she listened, hearing phrases like “sickly-runtâ€and “games†across the narrow divide although she did not catch every word.
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“There is no way this collection of riff-raff could be the ones who defeated Askier, Adin, and Jin’li. They were acting like a bunch of bickering children. There was no subterfuge, no clever sentences. Just a lot of bickering and one-liner quips. This-“
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“Shut up, Askier.â€
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The armored miqo’te had grunted these words loud enough for her to hear and the woman felt her heart fall since as the hooded figure seemed to accept the name without hesitation.
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“Dear Emperor,†the woman pleaded in despair. “Please tell me they are trying to mislead me and they aren’t actually being this stupid?â€
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The woman sat still for a while longer, the armored hyur and the hyur woman leaving together, the armored hyur male making a quip about two of the male miqo’tes being in need room 23. The woman let her face fall into her palm and she held it there as she cringed.
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“This isn’t happening, this isn’t happening.†The female repeated over and over. She heard footfalls and she looked up. The three miqo’te where making their way across the bridge. The armored male was letting the hooded miqo’te lean against him as the one with the bow followed. The woman tried not to stare but she did and managed to catch a look at the face beneath the cowl. Only one, golden eye gleamed out from the shadows, the other covered in an eye patch. The three miqo’te passed and the woman turned her head around the corner to watch as the hooded figure slowly walked up the stairs to his inn room alone.
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The woman rose to her feet, weakly, walking over to the railing and putting in a linkpearl. Her voice was unsteady as she spoke softly.
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“Ryn…Rynsur.â€Â she said the name hesitantly, trying to figure out how to report everything she had seen.
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“Go ahead.†Rynsur’s miqo’te voice replied after a moment inher ear.
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“I found them.†The female muttered with a disbelieving snort coming from her nose.
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“Found who..Askier? Already? Where? How?â€Â Rynsur stammered in surprise.
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“Not just him, I think his allies as well judging by things I overheard.â€
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“Well, that was certainly faster than I had anticipated. What did they do, use Askier’s name aloud around you?†Rynsur joked
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The female spy said nothing.
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“Please tell me, I wasn’t right with that.†Rynsur inquired flatly.
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“No, you were.†The woman replied with a sing-song tone toher voice.
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“How did they ever manage to- Doesn’t matter. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Where are you?â€
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“The Drowning Wench. I believe Askier just went to his room.†The woman replied.
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“Keep an eye out but don’t move in. I’ll tell Master Adin and will contact you when I am in Limsa.â€
