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Coatleque · **06-20-2014, 07:23 PM**

The man suddenly felt the tip of a sword resting on his shoulder.

The Knight had just been passing through on her routine patrol and happened upon the commotion. It was quite easy to just walk right up to them, both distracted as they were. She now stood at the ready, blade drawn, and tapped his shoulder with the tip.

"I would suggest you take this outside, Ser, before you break something important."

McBeefâ„¢ · **06-20-2014, 07:25 PM**

Natalie wiggles back and forth and protects herself with her hands as the punches rain down. "You can't remember...? That's-" She grunts as one of them slams into her shoulder, "That's too bad."

She grins up at him, "How do you know your name *isn't* porkchop then?"

"You certainly seem to respond to it well."

Natalie notices the woman, and a strange look flickers across her face as she sees the armor. "Ah... hello there. Just brass blades business, nothing to be worried about."

**Unnamed Mercenary** · **06-20-2014, 07:48 PM**

He paid no attention to the Paladin stepping in. The worst a cut would do was rip his clothes. Like the previous encounter with Kage once, his physical injuries weren't an issue if they just faded away.

And of course she had to say it again. He had to at least give her credit for not getting knocked out yet. Maybe these Eorzeans were stronger than they looked.

He spied the sword next to him, and tried to grab it by the edge. "Borrowing this." The couple cuts would be gone once he stopped grabbing it from the edge. Maybe he could use it to shut her up.

Coatleque · **06-20-2014, 07:57 PM**

Removing her sword before he could reach it, she held it back out of reach. Deciding she needed to do something to disrupt his onslaught, the first thing to come to mind was heavy force. She moved to plow her left shoulder into his right as hard as she could, hoping her full weight would be enough to topple him off of his target.

**Unnamed Mercenary** · **06-21-2014, 01:19 AM**

Maybe's he'd had more to drink than he thought, or perhaps she'd had a perfect execution of physical ability. Either way, after his failed attempt at grabbing her sword, he'd been left in an unbalanced state. He never saw the move coming and it knocked him off of Natalie.
Picking himself up, he turned his attention to the Paladin. "I believe this doesn't concern you", he said rather coldly. Sure, the table had been flipped over, and a mug or two was broken. He'd seen rougher days at the Quicksand himself, and what business did some uninvolved person have anyways?

He then focused on the Miqo'te, wondering what her next move would be.

Coatleque · **06-21-2014, 10:46 AM**

The Knight quickly regained her footing, and stepping back, she offered her left hand to Natalie while keeping her sword trained on the man.

"If it happens in this city, it concerns me."

**Unnamed Mercenary** · **06-21-2014, 02:06 PM**

Not wanting to deal with someone wielding a weapon, he slowly bent down, put the table upright, and left some gil on the table. Enough to pay for the drinks and some replacement mugs.

Looking over to the paladin, "Then if it concerns you, you can help clean up the mess she made as well." The hit from earlier had knocked at least a little sense into him. Now and here we're not the time and place to make things worse. People would begin to notice, and not just the patrons of the Quicksand that expected things like this.

Taking a deep breath to recollect himself, he brushed some of the diet from the ground off his tabbed and began to walk out of the Quicksand. He took one last glance at the Miqo'te. "If you need something to call me by, just use 'Merc', I'm sure you figure out my profession. And never call me porkchop again."

McBeefâ„¢ · **06-21-2014, 07:20 PM**

Natalie takes the Paladin's hand and rises, rubbing her jaw, "Thanks."

"You've got a bit of a short temper merc-chop. I'll see you around!"

She pats herself off and gives the larger woman a wry grin. "Thank goodness one of Ul'dah's finest was here to rescue me."

**Unnamed Mercenary** · **06-26-2014, 10:42 AM**

((The Unnamed Mercenary's story continues where it left off fromÂ Here (Posts 6-21)))

The last thing he remembered from the previous day was blacking out during a fight with Kage, and having the perhaps the strangest dream he'd ever had. Well, he couldn't be sure. The Unnamed Mercenary knew there was a part of him missing, namely almost all of his life.

The dream had been surreal, as if he'd actually been there. There was a women and a girl. They were looking at him, speaking even, but he couldn't make out the words. Everything he saw around them felt both familiar, but unknown. Who were they? Why were they looking at him this way? He knew they were Garlean. The third eye made that quite apparent. The place they were in, it was peaceful, nice. Completely different from the harsh desert city he had been living in lately. In the dream, he tried to walk closer to them. Almost close enough to touch them, he reached out his hand, only to watch them fade away as he woke up.

Opening his eyes after the whole experience, the light hurt his eyes. How long had he been out? More-so, how did he get here? It certainly wasn't the pavement of Pearl Lane, nor was it a jail cell. It was an inn room, and something much nicer than he could have afforded. It even had a mirror! Where he expected to find bruises and cuts from the previous day, there was nothing. "Heh, at least this thing can be useful sometimes", as he referenced the artificial aether device somewhere inside him. He was in his smallclothes, his tabbard and trousers having been washed apparently and neatly folded on a table. "This place's gonna cost me a fortune!" He didn't want trouble. At least, not now. Something was different. Felt different. As he dressed, he noticed his mask was missing. It dawned on him that it must have happened the day before, and Kage had to have seen his face. He would have to stay out of trouble. That didn't seem like a problem for now.

He dressed, and left the room, looking for whoever was in charge to pay.

**Unnamed Mercenary** · **06-26-2014, 02:23 PM**

*Switching POV over to Frhanz'ir Kirche*
As the airship boarded Ul'Dah, a certain over-trusting Elezen exited. It had been a few weeks since his last visit, and he hadn't heard anything from the people he knew in the large city. A bag filled with various concoctions and sweets, he set out for the inn he stayed at last. He would unpack, and then depart to where he assumed his friends and their acquaintances would be.

What he found there was a large hyuran man arguing with the innkeep. "ALL I'M ASKING IS TO KNOW WHO PAID!" Frhanz could only assume that someone had paid the man's stay, and the staff was not obligated to say who. Walking up to him, Frhanz tried to interject. "Umm...ser? They don't keep logs of such things here. As many people people travel to Ul'Dah for business, most of the inns allow one to pay up front and anonymously". "There's a good chance she wasn't even working that shift", as Frhanz motioned to the innkeep, who was nearly in tears by now. She gave him a look of desperation, and Frhanz figured the man had been quite persistent.Â

The man turned to Frhanz, "You can't honestly expect me to believe a stranger paid this?". Frhanz looked at the bill, noticing it was a fairly nice room. "Why is that? Ul'Dah has many people who could afford to do such a thing." "Now, if you'll excuse the interruption, I do not believe there is anything more she can do for you, and I'd be more than happy to try helping you find the person you're looking for." Frhanz leaned over to the girl, "you wouldn't happen to know who paid his room would you?". The most she could say was that a Brass Blade had carried the man in, who had been passed out at the time, paid for a room, and promptly left. The previous attendant hadn't told her anything else. Upon hearing that, the man had a very confused expression. Frhanz didn't expect his next response, "Kage...".

There was only one person that the man was referring to. More importantly, how in the world did a lalafell carry what looked like a highlander?! Frhanz had to ask directly. "You know Kage?!" The man looked over to Frhanz, "You could say that", as he started to leave. This hyur would certainly be interesting after all. Frhanz handed a hefty amount of gil to the inn attendant. "I'm really sorry to ask for this. I have a couple bags at the airship docks still and want a room for a week. Any leftover gil is a tip". He ran off to catch up to the hyur, hoping the "deposit" he'd left would ensure his bags would be safe. It was about a month's stay in advance. "Ser! I wasn't done talking!" Frhanz ran after the man, headed towards the Quicksand.

Kage · **06-26-2014, 04:22 PM**

After leaving Natalie at home with the doors locked and a large pitcher of water and sweet tea near her bed, Kage made his way back to the Quicksand. He had left his clothes to be burned somewhere and had bathed but he could think he could almost still smell the rancid vomit...

He paused in the doorway, unsure of whether or not he wanted to go in. Melkire? Taeros? The Garlean mercenary? Aya? Who would he need to face next?

**Unnamed Mercenary** · **06-26-2014, 04:30 PM**

For the past hour, the Unnamed Mercenary had been subjected to listening to the elezen talk about everything. Rubbing his eyes a little from having stared into blank space to avoid giving the man any additional attention, he finally got fed up.Â

"The company's nice and all, but who even are you?"

He was about to get up to leave as he saw someone that looked like Kage enter the Quicksand. If it was Kage, what was he going to do? He didn't really feel like fighting today, which was odd.

Kage · **06-26-2014, 04:39 PM**

"By the twelve this can not go any worse," Kage muttered eyeing the patrons in the Quicksand.

Having spotted his Elezen friend and the Highlander Garlean menace Kage wanted to turn around and just leave. Pack his and Natalie's bags. Screw everyone. Taeros. Melkire. Miss Banurein. Ul'dah. Life really was not fair.

He paused at the table, eyes harrowed and deadpan. "Hello, mister mercenary. I hope you had a good rest inside the inn. I hope Momodi's accommodations were to your liking."

**Unnamed Mercenary** · **06-26-2014, 04:58 PM**

Frhanz looked up at a person he hadn't meant before. The manner of speaking was...familiar, but he was quite sure he'd never seen this individual. He looked over to the person he'd been talking with for the last hour or so. Time really did move faster in Ul'Dah.

He couldn't believe he'd been so impolite as to not introduce himself. "I beg your pardon ser! My name's 'Frhanz'ir Kirche', and one would say I'm from Ishgard. But please, just call me 'Frhanz'." "Someone you know, mister....I don't believe I caught your name either!"

He turned to the man who had come up to the table, who looked agitated. "Were you the one who brought him to the inn? It would appear he wanted to repay the person." Frhanz gave a warm smile, "please, join us if you would like. The tab's on me."

Kage · **06-27-2014, 11:05 AM**

"Frhanz, I don't have the time for it and it's not the place but this man is a mercenary. He's a menace and has been wrecking havoc on my life. In fact, he is responsible for this change."

Kage shook his head and answered, "I'm Kage, Frhanz. I did pay for his tab but I'd rather he just left us all alone."

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