He forced his way through the snow as he made westbound towards 'Dragonhead.'
The weather bit and it made Xydane's mood not close to being cheerful...
Inquisitor Maulcrioux sat inside his quarters, rubbing his eyes tiredly after writing letters for countless hours. Time has made the Elezen feel rather old but he knew it was just the state of his body slowly breaking down. A former knight turned Inquisitor, Maulcrioux's dignified service to Ishgard including his fierce reputation commanded respect from his allies and authority from his knights.
Removing himself from his seat, he slowly walked towards the window and stared outside as he contemplated things to come. Loudly, a knock on his door forced him to turn his gaze towards the entrance of his room as one of his knights walked in.
"Sire? "The Unrelenting" wishes to have a word with you."
"Hm? Let him in."
Xydane hurried inside, removing his hood and bowed while giving his friend a concerned look.
"We know where he is and time is against us. He's in Ishgard and I need your help to get me inside."
Narrowing his brow with a inquiring look, the middle-aged Elezen sat back onto his chair and crossed his arms.
"You do realize, Xydane, that if anything was to happen inside that city, it would be impossible for you to walk out alive?"
"I already understand that but I have a plan. It'll be risky but I need you to get some of the guards in that city off my back. I need you to trust me on this one and the faster we remove Erik Mynheir from the north, the sooner we can no longer worry."
For a moment, Maulcrioux stared and finally, he exhaled deeply. Taking a feather quill, he began to write on a single piece of parchment; a bitter expression forming on his face. After an hour of discussion and warnings to be heard, Xydane walked outside and grinned with relief while his greaves sank into the snow. His hand held a scroll and he neatly tied it onto his belt. For a second, he shivered.
Oh, he hated the cold. Months on end did he remember freezing his ass off and the beaches of La Noscea seemed welcoming as ever. The thought made him smirk but it only pissed him off a few seconds later.
'La Noscea does sound nice...'
Making his way towards the western gate, Xydane blinked and squinted. To his surprise, a body of Flame soldiers were huddling by the fires. The Hyur wasn't slow - he knew the reason for their presence and it may just spare himself the pain that was at the end of his thought out plan.
Walking quickly towards the group, the knight shouted at the soldiers with a voice of command as he removed his hood.
"Hey! Who sent you!?"
The weather bit and it made Xydane's mood not close to being cheerful...
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Inquisitor Maulcrioux sat inside his quarters, rubbing his eyes tiredly after writing letters for countless hours. Time has made the Elezen feel rather old but he knew it was just the state of his body slowly breaking down. A former knight turned Inquisitor, Maulcrioux's dignified service to Ishgard including his fierce reputation commanded respect from his allies and authority from his knights.
Removing himself from his seat, he slowly walked towards the window and stared outside as he contemplated things to come. Loudly, a knock on his door forced him to turn his gaze towards the entrance of his room as one of his knights walked in.
"Sire? "The Unrelenting" wishes to have a word with you."
"Hm? Let him in."
Xydane hurried inside, removing his hood and bowed while giving his friend a concerned look.
"We know where he is and time is against us. He's in Ishgard and I need your help to get me inside."
Narrowing his brow with a inquiring look, the middle-aged Elezen sat back onto his chair and crossed his arms.
"You do realize, Xydane, that if anything was to happen inside that city, it would be impossible for you to walk out alive?"
"I already understand that but I have a plan. It'll be risky but I need you to get some of the guards in that city off my back. I need you to trust me on this one and the faster we remove Erik Mynheir from the north, the sooner we can no longer worry."
For a moment, Maulcrioux stared and finally, he exhaled deeply. Taking a feather quill, he began to write on a single piece of parchment; a bitter expression forming on his face. After an hour of discussion and warnings to be heard, Xydane walked outside and grinned with relief while his greaves sank into the snow. His hand held a scroll and he neatly tied it onto his belt. For a second, he shivered.
Oh, he hated the cold. Months on end did he remember freezing his ass off and the beaches of La Noscea seemed welcoming as ever. The thought made him smirk but it only pissed him off a few seconds later.
'La Noscea does sound nice...'
Making his way towards the western gate, Xydane blinked and squinted. To his surprise, a body of Flame soldiers were huddling by the fires. The Hyur wasn't slow - he knew the reason for their presence and it may just spare himself the pain that was at the end of his thought out plan.
Walking quickly towards the group, the knight shouted at the soldiers with a voice of command as he removed his hood.
"Hey! Who sent you!?"
