"Aye, I'll find ye a new eyepatch. Or ye can buy one; it's yer own choice. Ye'll need new gear. Anythin' that's eye-catchin', we'll be changin' it. Fancy?"
She didn't wait for a reply. She started walking.
Zhi didn't expect trouble crossing into the city, and they didn't get any. Flit was given the ugly eye, what with his cloak and all, but single travelers were always greeted with less suspicion than those with the baggage of caravans or the stowaway possibilities inherent in local merchant-carts and wagons. Besides, most guards put on the gate at dawn weren't nocturnal, and most of them weren't up your ass with the best interests of their job at heart. They were tired, they were bored, they were cranky. As long as you were meek and didn't cause them trouble, they could not care less about you.
Hear that, Azeyma? No one likes yer ass. Not really true, but it made her feel better. Sort of.
She kept an eye on him as they walked, studying his gait and his carriage. "Ye been t'Limsa afore?"
The city glowed in the morning light. It was at its best at night, of course, but morning lent it something dreamy and ephemeral. It was hard not to just stand there and drink it in.
She didn't wait for a reply. She started walking.
Zhi didn't expect trouble crossing into the city, and they didn't get any. Flit was given the ugly eye, what with his cloak and all, but single travelers were always greeted with less suspicion than those with the baggage of caravans or the stowaway possibilities inherent in local merchant-carts and wagons. Besides, most guards put on the gate at dawn weren't nocturnal, and most of them weren't up your ass with the best interests of their job at heart. They were tired, they were bored, they were cranky. As long as you were meek and didn't cause them trouble, they could not care less about you.
Hear that, Azeyma? No one likes yer ass. Not really true, but it made her feel better. Sort of.
She kept an eye on him as they walked, studying his gait and his carriage. "Ye been t'Limsa afore?"
The city glowed in the morning light. It was at its best at night, of course, but morning lent it something dreamy and ephemeral. It was hard not to just stand there and drink it in.
