Erik raised an eyebrow to the man's accent. His mother had been from Ishgard, he knew the accent better then most in Ul'dah, but tonight he didn't care. There would be no analyzing, no looking deeper. It just didn't matter today. He nodded to the man, looking down at his uniform, "I just got off duty. Work you say, what type of work do you do?" He then turned seeing Yangh, nodding to her as she sat, he smiled hollowly, "Salam qamar bint."
RPC has moved! These pages have been kept for historical purposes
Please be sure to visit https://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/ directly for the new page.
Made weak by time and fate.... (open - OOC feedback welcomed/needed)) |
|
« Next Oldest | Next Newest »
|
|
|
|
Users browsing this thread: 1 Guest(s)