He gave a shrug as his ale arrived. Placing some Gil on the counter, he took up his drink and sipped from it, "Th'tavern in Ul'dah gets crowded an' loud. Hurts my 'ead. Besides, y'get some interestin' conversation out 'ere, aye? As far as fight in' goes, I stick to my fists, too. More personal, y'know?"
"Y'certainly 'ave the fire of a proper pugilist. Fenenoix Ekrent, by the way, Fen for short." with a happy smile, he offered a hand to the woman.
"Y'certainly 'ave the fire of a proper pugilist. Fenenoix Ekrent, by the way, Fen for short." with a happy smile, he offered a hand to the woman.
---Eunoia Anbolho---