"Elm logs. Perish the grand thought that Mother Miounne's chairs be equipped with any sort of lumber than elm."
First Momodi and now the keeper of the Carline Canopy had eagerly jumped upon Dresden's aid once it was known that he picked up the saw for more gil. Carpentry was hardly a tradeskill he was interested in but after nights spent running around Eorzea finding a fitting repairer for his shoes, such luxuries could no longer be afforded to him.
No, even he was not dastardly enough to charge himself for shoe repairs. That wouldn't be the moral thing to do.
He sauntered into the Canopy, Chocobotail Saw strapped to his belt like an overgrown blade with teeth and three bags of perfectly cut dark lumber draped over his leatherbound shoulder. There was pride to be had in his rather remarkable skill at carpentry and no matter how mundane it was, pride was a great sin that Dresden eagerly used whenever he had the chance. Let the Wood Wailers look on with envy and bitterness towards foreigners who did better than them, taking supplies from their lands!
Many of the Canopy's inhabitants seemed less inhibited than usual today. What drunken slogs. He expected a bit more culture in Gridania as opposed to, you know, Ul'dah. One gentleman had burped so loudly that even the drunks turned their heads from such disgusting display.
Dresden was one such person, his scarred eye zooming in on the man in thinly veiled displeasure.
First Momodi and now the keeper of the Carline Canopy had eagerly jumped upon Dresden's aid once it was known that he picked up the saw for more gil. Carpentry was hardly a tradeskill he was interested in but after nights spent running around Eorzea finding a fitting repairer for his shoes, such luxuries could no longer be afforded to him.
No, even he was not dastardly enough to charge himself for shoe repairs. That wouldn't be the moral thing to do.
He sauntered into the Canopy, Chocobotail Saw strapped to his belt like an overgrown blade with teeth and three bags of perfectly cut dark lumber draped over his leatherbound shoulder. There was pride to be had in his rather remarkable skill at carpentry and no matter how mundane it was, pride was a great sin that Dresden eagerly used whenever he had the chance. Let the Wood Wailers look on with envy and bitterness towards foreigners who did better than them, taking supplies from their lands!
Many of the Canopy's inhabitants seemed less inhibited than usual today. What drunken slogs. He expected a bit more culture in Gridania as opposed to, you know, Ul'dah. One gentleman had burped so loudly that even the drunks turned their heads from such disgusting display.
Dresden was one such person, his scarred eye zooming in on the man in thinly veiled displeasure.
