She lead him to the restaurant, smirking to herself the whole walk there. The building was small, wedged in between other shops. It had two storeys, the top one being where at least one of the owners lived, possibly the other two; rumors about the siblings made Zhi inclined to believe that they couldn't live with one another without things going violent. She suspected they didn't spend much time together, their more-or-less successful restaurant aside.
It was carved into the stone, as so many buildings in Limsa were, mostly clean and cozy in the way small, clean, crowded, and sparsely decorated restaurants so often are. The door was propped open to let the heat out; even standing outside of it Zhi could fair smell it radiating out of the building.
"Ye go first," she told him, "they won't like th'sight o'me 'less I'm hangin' off yer coattails."
Plus, the other patrons would be less likely to stare at her with the big roegadyn leading the way.
It was carved into the stone, as so many buildings in Limsa were, mostly clean and cozy in the way small, clean, crowded, and sparsely decorated restaurants so often are. The door was propped open to let the heat out; even standing outside of it Zhi could fair smell it radiating out of the building.
"Ye go first," she told him, "they won't like th'sight o'me 'less I'm hangin' off yer coattails."
Plus, the other patrons would be less likely to stare at her with the big roegadyn leading the way.
