
Andralyn's hand moved to her ear as she watched Limsa in the distance from her perch.
"Good girl," the grin curling on her face could most certainly be heard in her tone.
"Where we meet depends largely on you, love.  Do you need to tuck me away in some dank smelly hole in the wall or can I enjoy the breezy view of the Bismark without someone attempting to kill one or both of us? We'll be making port at Limsa by nightfall, just let me know where I'm going."Â
"Good girl," the grin curling on her face could most certainly be heard in her tone.
"Where we meet depends largely on you, love.  Do you need to tuck me away in some dank smelly hole in the wall or can I enjoy the breezy view of the Bismark without someone attempting to kill one or both of us? We'll be making port at Limsa by nightfall, just let me know where I'm going."Â