A night in Limsa.[Open]

[Saranthemage]

Even at night the Drowning Wench seemed to hold a bit of life, as low murmurs and the soft glow of orange candle light illuminated the tables, at once such table was shadow cast by a silver haired man.

Saran had been there for sometime nursing a his latest hangover with yet another strange concoction of raw eggs and peppers.

 

With a large gulp, he drank down the "Cure", with that down he removed a sheet of paper from his pocket a small list of nine names each one a member of the Lion order, with a deep sigh he looked shiftily around him before pulling out a small silver flask from his pocket.

 

Leaning back in his chair. " By the Twelve, I'll need than this flask before this night is through."