A Realm Reborn

[levelthreehooligan]

Far From Home

A rickety carriage ride, a pair of snow white siblings and a Moogle. Without knowing it, you all started the same way. This is the beginning of your story, all of you,during your first trip to the City State that would change your lives.

Whether it be under the lush canopies of the Shroud, through the busy thoroughfares of  Ul'Dah or amongst the whispering sea winds of Limsa Lominsa, each one welcomes you, feels like home.

With only the weapon you scampered away with, the clothes on your backs, and an inexplicable feeling of purpose - You have arrived. 

 

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Gridania.

[levelthreehooligan]

Piñara adores The Shroud.

It’s so lush and green, everything she never had in the harsh and unforgiving sands of Thanalan.
The rain here is different. It’s cold to the touch and can send a shiver right down to her bones, falling for days on end where the Deserts saw a touch of the stuff only once or twice a moon.
It’s glorious.

She takes moments on her journey to the capital to simply step outside her lodgings and stands in the foggy grass in the early hours of the morning before even the Chocobo Drivers are up to do their morning rounds. Dawn is the best time to gather up night-shy peonies and Windlights, she’s learnt.
The cart journeys are long and make her little frame ache after a couple of hours, but without the training or skill to make it through the wilds herself, she will simply have to bear it.

Piña supposes that she could have hired a caravan of her own, but if she was going to be an adventurer, luxury was something she’d learn to pull out only in the small moments. A large fanfare to greet an Ul’dahn Merchant princess was not what she was after at all! So she walks in through the great wooden gates of Gridania on her own two feet, wrapped in hempen work clothing, and sets about making herself known.

Timeline what timeline this is our canon now

[talkingtrashtank]

Connor has been in Gridania for 3 years, and has every intention of being here for many more. It agrees with him. He likes it just fine. Conjury is a skill born from hours of meditation, malms of walking the forest paths, and sussing out those little whispers of things half-heard and partially meant from the living world around him. Gridania does not lack for living things.

He's lucky to have his talents for the quiet art of meditation, because without them the young Lallafellin man would probably be out of time in the Stillglade Fane. He's not Gridanian by birth and so there's no telling when the forest will decide to send him out and away just because it feels like uprooting an invasive species. He's not charming, but he's useful, so he likes the arrangement just fine.

And top of his list of useful things to do today? Reach the Archer's Guild and present himself as an attendant for the week. Healing isn't nearly as important to the new trainees as having a conjurer's presence to guide them along new patrol routes until they grow more accustomed to wandering the forest on their own.

He sat in for an hour of pre-dawn meditation, and then went and had his morning bread and water. Now he just has to get past the crowds at the aytherite and reach the guild, and there's only one way for any esteemed conjurer to do this: a full. flat out. sprint.

"Move- move, yes- move! Move. Excus- move. Ugh-" And a quick hop- kick and he's up over an unexpected cart, white robes flashing in the early light, and then he just keeps running.

*Insert Shojo meeting here*

[levelthreehooligan]

Piñara has just attuned to the large Aetherite in the middle of Gridania's plaza and is hopping down the stairs to wander down the narrow path to the Archer's guild.

There's a blur of white behind her that seems to be in a bit of a hurry. It's coming towards her. Several thoughts go through her mind.

- Hahah wouldn't it be really funny if you tripped him up like you do to your siblings?
- No, don't do that, you're trying to make a good impression here
- Just leave it
- Stick your leggy out real far

In the end, none of the internal debating matters, because her body is already moving to kick out the legs of this poor, poor man.

There's a thunk of a kick to a shin, and then... another thunk? Just ahead of where the man now lies on the floor a small boulder landed. It looks like there was a tiny land slide.

"Huh." Is the eloquent response.

Connor was here, Pinya is a loser!

[talkingtrashtank]

Now here's the thing, if you're going to be reckless enough to sprint through a crowded area, you're accepting the risk of making an ass of yourself and running into someone. There's a certain duty of care that goes with mad-dashing around in a place where people are literally materializing out of thin air.

That said, Connor saw the other lalfell before hitting her. He very distinctly remembers noting and then swerving to go around her. He knows he did this, and yet here he is, freeze-frame falling over himself and trying very very quickly to suss out what kind of bizarre and unfortunate trip could make a small person flail into his path like that. Tough luck, introspection hour is over.

From the steps to the winding bend of the path to the guild he meant to go to, Connor doesn't fall. Instead he control-falls, arms flapping, feet kicking, dignity abandoned because he's decided falling itself is worse than this chocobo dance. In fact, he's even maintaining speed! And regaining balance. Yes, YES, HE WINS!

"Gotta do better than that! Can't catch me!" He shouts back over his shoulder, a hushed warning touching his cheek so when he keeps going forward, Connor can hike up one knee with a little bounce, then hop-jump his way over the tumbled boulder. He even punches the air at the height of said jump, and away he goes for the archer's guild.

Haha, yes, taunting strangers in the city who have nothing to do with him, he is The Best(TM) conjurer.

Ul'dah

[darkmagiciangirl]

Monx Kha was happy in Ul'dah. It was such a large change from her home. The bustling commerce, the interaction with people, the lack of fighting every moment. She liked the movement of the city and the sense of closeness with others. More than anything? She enjoyed the heat of Thanalan. She enjoyed watching sand devils form and swirl around in a panicked dance and then disappearing into nothing. It was such a big change from her home on the Azim Steppe.

Her new form was quite the change as well. She had always been short, but she'd never thought she'd feel like a child again. She had found a rare fantasia of myth on the ship that was smuggling her to Eorzea, and she may have taken it as her own. The last thing she wanted was someone from home following her over and dragging her back. The change in form was also good, considering she just stole something that was easily worth the lives of others. After arriving in Eorzea she drank the potion and became one of the Ul'dahn locals - a Dunesfolk Lalafell. She was quite pleased with the transformation: her Au Ra eyes had been overwhelmed with the brightness sun reflecting off of the sand, and these Lalafellin eyes seemed to be much more adjusted to the brightness of Thanalan. If only the world was built to a more Lalafellin scale.

What wasn't as big a change, however, was the gladiator's guild. All of her training on the Azim Steppe, especially that with her Gesi father, had physically prepared her for the challenge. The issue is she found herself bored. She preferred her Gesi and Kha traditions to those of the gladiator's guild. She found the armor they had her wear constricting for the movements they wanted her to make, and were rather specific about her doing things their way. She was tired of it, and rather discouraged about the time wasted.

At the suggestion of Momodi, Monx found herself at the Arrzaneth Ossuary. She took a moment to admire the large shrine in front of her, then spoke with the guild receptionist. She put her name down as Raspberry Custard (after a short and rather awkward recount of where the name came from), spoke to the guild master, and couldn't help but smile slightly as she was given the equipment to start her new path. She found a place to cast off her gladiator armor and change into her new spell-casting garb, went and sold her old gear, then wandered off toward the city gates to go figure out how this magic thing worked.

Re: Ul'dah

[levelthreehooligan]

As it turns out, being appointed personal envoy to Kan-E-Senna is actually a lot of air travel in very little time.

One would think that the three leaders would have a personal linkshel connection for this but no, these messages had to be delivered in person.

It's the second time in three months that she's been back home, and after she's delivered the missive to Nanamo and Raubahn, she's taking a bit of down time.

She's grabbed an Iced Maple Tea from Momodi, and is making her way to the coolest building in the city. The Ossuary is dark and the heavy stone building keeps the heat out even in the hottest of days, though whether or not the Thaumaturges inside have been making their own heat or not is usually fifty fifty.

She strides into the building, already taking off her outer archer's layers and her wailer mask, letting her blonde hair free of her tiny travelling bun.

There seems to be someone new by the reception today. She's not seen her before, at least, and she knows that she hasn't been gone long enough for the guild to change that rapidly.

"Yayake, are tou tempting another innocent passer by into your guild again?" She playfully chides the receptionist, then turns to the woman. "Pray, don't fall into the hands of Coco and his brothers, they're very odd." Her voice is loud enough to echo throughout the hall and the grin on her face is obviously taunting.

From the back of the hall you can hear a voice that yells "Stay out of it Conada!"

Re: Ul'dah

[darkmagiciangirl]

Monx was adjusting her new spell-casting clothes and listening to the guild receptionist prattle off a suggestion of what monsters to kill that would be easy to handle and practice spell-casting. The receptionist also had given her a hunting log of marks that would help her test her skills as she improved with her spell-casting. The receptionist just finished up speaking when she heard a woman address the receptionist in a familiar way. She glanced up from her sleeve and looked over to the woman. Another Lalafell, taunting the guildmaster. Monx couldn't hide the slight smile she had.

"If the guildmaster and his brothers are odd, then that's exactly what I've been looking for." Monx was perhaps a little too excited, but this is the first person she's really talked to that wasn't a merchant. She moved on before the fellow Lalafell could make anything more than a raised eyebrow. "Maybe this is a little bit forward, but I go by Raspberry Custard!" She caught herself, embarrassed. "I-I know; that's not a real name. Raspberry is a joke from when I was a kid. I had a friend that was really creative and she made up this crazy fruit called a raspberry." A blush could be seen creeping onto her cheeks. She stopped abruptly, realizing it was probably time to shut up. She stuck her hand out for a shake. "It's nice to meet you ...Conada!?"

Re: Ul'dah

[levelthreehooligan]

"Woah, hey! Take a breath, Ras! Is it okay if I call you Ras?' She has a big smile on her face, watching the cute lady get excited.

"My name is Piñara Conada of Conada Enterprises, and more recently, a Gridanian envoy." She holds out her hand to shake. When Ras takes it, she pull her in close and stage whispers to her.

"Coco back there is one of the best Thaumaturgists in the city," she pulls back, "but don't let him know I said that, okay? If you'd like, once you've introduced yourself to them, I can show you around the city proper?" It's only kind, and she really doesn't want to see this woman get heckled by the merchant strip.

[dragoonrouge]

Q'uila swings herself off of the back of the Chocobo Porter as it arrives by the Carline Canopy, mindful of her lance and the numerous hides attached to a belt slung across her shoulders.

She had only been in Gridania for four months or so but, thanks to her mother's recommendation and her success with the Lancer's Guild she had been granted the rare permission to hunt for skins within the Shroud.

Making her way towards the Leatherworking Guild, she nods at some of the shop-keeps and citizens, people who were slowly becoming more and more familiar to her.

A Lala’s Gotta Eat

[talkingtrashtank]

There’s not a commotion per-say as Q’uila enters the Leatherworker’s Guild. But there’s certainly some excited conversation and a puzzled looking guildmaster staring down at a stubborn-looking lalafell.

“But you’re a conjurer?”

“Conjurers wear boots and gloves like anybody else, Ma’am.”

“Alright, fine, how’s about this?” She finally relents. Though not unconditionally: “If you can prepare me a stack of ten proper leather rolls, I’ll grant you membership in the guild. As for how someone such as yourself will go about gathering said skins for tanning, I leave that-” he’s already figured it out.

“You there!” Connor is very, very quick to throw himself at the Mi’qote woman bearing an arm full of whatever those are. “I’ll pay you with a week’s healing services for half those skins, and I’ll return half the leftover cured leather for the full stack.” So he gives ten to the guild, keeps half the remainder to work and sell, and gives the last bit back to the lancer. Profits for everyone and all he’s spending is labour!

[dragoonrouge]

Being accosted by a Lalafel was not a part of Q'uila's plan for the rest of her day but here she is, pulling up short as he bustles over to her. The offer is a good one, a week of healing for what basically took her an afternoon. However...

"I'm sorry but these have already been paid for in advance by the Guild, I would like to help, especially with such a generous trade but it would do my reputation here no good if I handed them over."

She shifts from foot to foot, ears twitching, she could really use that healing though...

"If...you really need the skins...I could have the amount you need by this time tomorrow. If you're willing to wait a bit that is."

Loading Adult.exe

[talkingtrashtank]

This is not the answer Connor wanted, and that’s clear by the dismal look on his face, but he holds back his immediate complaints and disparaging comments. No, she’s right: it only makes good business sense to hold to and deliver on your contracts. He was never any good at business according to unimportant persons in Ul’dah, but even he knows this.

“Alright.” Nooooo, “that sounds fair.” It’s fair but it sucks. “If you could deliver them to the Stillglade- wait, no.” He can see how many skins she has, and it’s good for his needs but- heavy. So, so heavy. “Deliver then here tomorrow afternoon. My name is Connor, of the Conjurer’s guild, but if all goes well I should be adding Atelier Fen-Yll to that soon enough.”

And then he can make some money. Not a lot, he doesn’t need a lot. Just. Some. Enough. He needs enough.

He’s so sick of bread, water, and berries.

ENGAGE

[levelthreehooligan]

"Q'uila! Q'uila a minute please!" The small Lalafell is running from the markets to the Miqo'te woman.

They'd been on the same carriage into the city, and had kept seeing each other around the city after Miounne asked them both to help out around the inn. Pinya would also work behind the bar at the Carline Canopy, learning more about the locale, and Q'uila was very knowledgeable about geography. They's had a couple of conversations already about where the best place to cultivate coffee plants would be, and the effects the soil might have on their composition too. She remembers writing a lot of it down to send back to Papa.

But now, she's coming at her.

"Q'uila!" She says as she skids to a halt in front of her. "Help pls!" She holds up her leather archery bracers that are evidently wearing thin from usage. She's also only had this pair for about a month, too. How is she...?

[dragoonrouge]

Q'uila halts her march, glancing back at the swiftly approaching Lala, offering her a smile and a nod as she drew near.

"Well met Pinya. How have you been?"

Q'uila very much enjoyed the company of the exuberant Lalafel, she had good humour and interesting conversation, and she admired the woman's ever-improving ability with a bow. She'd also been thankful for the woman's advice in botany, her mother had certainly appreciated the herbs she'd sent home at Pinya's advice.

Q'uila blinks down at the bracers being shoved at her before carefully plucking them out of Pinya's hands and giving them the once over.

"Well, these are well and truely warn out. It'll cost more to fix them than to replace them all together. Luckily, one of the leather-workers owes me a favour."

She waves at Pinya to follow and resumes her walk towards the Leatherworking Guild.

[levelthreehooligan]

Yessss. She was hoping that was the case, still.

"Paying for the bracers is no problem, I would simply like them to last more than half a year before I need a new pair!" She laughs as they enter the guild. The smell of tanning solution and hides is a little bit overwhelming, but being over the water wheels at least mitigates some of it, and there's always a breeze moving through the open windows.

Limsa Lominsa

[seasoflight]

Felih is no stranger to this city, no- he's been here before countless times. But something made that light in his dreams tell him to go there now, and so, he did. He didn't have much else to chase, after all, he may as well go chasing ghosts and whispers from his dreams.

He takes the ship, because that simply feels like the right thing to do- and before he knows it, he's been pushed and led around until he's on the steps of the Arcanist's guild. Well... he always did have a knack for magical things. Mayhaps he should give it a shot.

He makes a name for himself in time, when he begins adventuring properly, all the right opportunities and tasks and requests falling right into his lap. But that's later in his story- for now, he settles in, makes this place a new temporary home.

(It's only ever temporary, he knows.)

There's a number of places to find him during the day: if not studying at the Arcanist's guild, he may be at the Culinarian's instead, or maybe even fishing in a quiet part of the city. Sometimes he's sent up to the Marauder's Guild to put his budding healing magic to good use, and just as frequently he can be running odd jobs here and there, deliveries and favors, meeting folk, learning names and faces and voices.

If you're out and about at night, well, you might catch him singing, dancing, all lovely silks and jewels and sun-warmed dark skin exposed as he moves, ruby and gold hair lovely and falling in waves down his back as he spins. He could be in any of the city's many taverns- some more busy and well-known, others still busy but more hidden, seedier, where a dance is riskier but worth far more gold.

He has to get by for now, after all.

Enter: Disaster Friendship

[talkingtrashtank]

Connor is the dedicated Conjurer and Companion of the Gridanian Envoy, the Esteemed Q’uila Sunrise, Defender of the Lifemend Stump.

He is also a lazy lump of a Lalafell.

Visiting Ul’dah with Q’uila and Piñara was good for him, it gave him practical travelling experience and he learned several valuable lessons including: the benefits of baskets. They’re light and come in a variety of sizes. They hold blankets, bedrolls, pillows, and provisions. You can keep a comfortable trove of snacks inside a basket that no one else can see and thus can’t judge you for needing that many bags of dried dates. In a pinch, baskets make good hiding places, especially in crowded locations like marker squares or vendor alleys. You can also, in times of great fatigue and general sloppiness, crawl into said basket for a nap.

He’s grown accustomed, by now, to crawling into said basket for a nap and waking up elsewhere. Whether Q’uila actually hauls him around or if Piñara has been paying someone to do it doesn’t matter to him. He naps, he wakes, he’s in a new place. Easy-peasy as long as his companions are reasonably close by when he pokes his head out.

So he didn’t wake up when the basket was brought off the airship. And he didn’t wake up when the basket was abruptly picked up while his companions weren’t in fact looking. And in a truly impressive show of laziness, the little turd didn’t even bother doing more than stretching his legs a bit and rolling over when the thief checked the contents, swore in frustration, and disposed of him.

Where is this lauded student of E-Sumi-Yan now? Somewhere in the city in his basket, about to wake up and in for one hell of a shock when he does.

[seasoflight]

Felih had many jobs. Many. An adventurer he had most certainly become, talented in his own right, slowly working his way up in the world. He had his tail in a bunch of pools, dipping into the Arcanists, Culinarians, Fishers, Maelstrom, taverns, shops and stores and markets.

Part of his job was simply casual surveillance and search for any unusual packages about- and, well, an unusually large basket of such quality being left unattended is... certainly unusual. It's even just sitting in one of the back streets near the canals, and he squints at it, ears picking up on... breathing?

Was someone in there? Were they alright? His immediate thought is kidnapping- after all, this is a city of pirates, and dangerous if you don't know how to keep safe or defend yourself. So he inches forward, Aqua the carbuncle sniffing ahead, though she doesn't seem alarmed.

A yip- it's a person, not a beast. Ah, alright then.

Felih cautiously lifts the lid of the basket, very baffled, and hopes he finds someone not injured inside...

+1 Basket Buddy

[talkingtrashtank]

Being released from the rigid schedule of the conjurer’s guild probably isn’t going to be great for Connor in the long run, because as it stands he’s been spending a significant amount of time while travelling either eating snacks or sleeping in inappropriate places. Like in baskets. In back alleys. Admittedly he’s not aware of that last part at present.

He’s awake now, on his back with feet kicked up on the wall of the basket to give him a bit more room to stretch his spine. He has to sleep curled up in a ball, but the position is comfy for him. He’s in a modest white robe over his clothes, boots still on because there’s not enough room to put them on and off comfortably. His cane is juuust small enough to be contained by the basket, stuck down through the folded blankets and bedrolls. And it’s warm, and the basket has a good weave that lets a patchwork of light and fresh air filter through.

Odd then that there’s also a funny smell coming from outside of it... where are they? He can’t hear- wait, where is he?

This thought is enough to make him pause midway through a bite into his last Faerie Apple from the shroud, sharp teeth stuck in the sweet skin as the lid of the basket is lifted off by a dark-skinned ginger miqo’te who is definitely not Q’uila. And- are those laundry lines over him? And the back of a building? Too much of the Sky is obscured by face and laundry. What.

“Can I help you, sir?” He says, mouth still on his Apple, so actually it’s more like “Phan I welp yu fir?”

He might be in trouble.

[dragoonrouge]

All Q'uila had wanted to do was briefly visit home, it was easy being attuned to the Limsan Aetheryte now that she had a reasonable income from hunting and adventuring, and Mum had mention that her Dad hadn't been feeling well in her last letter.

However, she had been waylaid on a street not far from her house by a group of men, pirates from the look and smell of them who had obviously thought her to be easy pickings for their lecherous behaviour.

"I said I'm not interested. Go and find some other shiney trinket to satisfy your tiny heads." She ears are pinned back and her tail swished dangerously.

"Don' be like that sweet'art. I'm sure me boys and me can show ye a good time." The Roegadyn reached forward, making to out to stroke one Q'uila's ears. At which point Q'uila let's out a loud, furious, hissing yowl.

[seasoflight]

Felih's ears swiveled about immediately when he heard the alarming exchange, and he quickly rounded the corner with his carbuncle at his heels, the giant topaz creature already bristling and growling protectively. He comes up from behind before standing at Q'uila's side, Maelstrom badges on his chest, and he asks, "Need any help?" He can see that she's not just an average passerby- she appears to be an adventurer too, but even so, it's never good to be outnumbered.

The topaz carbuncle is huge- nearly the size of a mount- and it stands before Felih and Q'uila, growling at the band of pirates.

And that makes Felih turn his head to address the lot- "Off you go, now. No need to trouble the lady and get into trouble, is there?" he says, folding his arms and pinning them with a look, nearly daring them to make a move. "Sobering up is probably a better idea, lest you do something you'll regret."

They're lucky Felih turned up, he saved them from some nasty stab wounds

[dragoonrouge]

Q'uila had been reaching back for her lance as she hisses at the Roegadyn when Felih entered the alley. Amber eyes flick in his direction briefly, just long enough to spot his Maelstrom badge, keeping her focus mainly on the drunken fools who had tried to accost her.

She's thankful for the strange Miqo'te, his presence finally causing a look of caution to flit through the pirates drunken haze, and with a loud, threatening snarl from her, they finally decide she wasn't worth the trouble, stumbling and swaying their way out of the other side of the street.

Q'uila waits until they're completely out of sight before she straightens out of her threatening posture, ears perking back up , and her tail relaxing, turning to face Felih properly.

She dips her head slightly in thanks, ears flicking as she gives him and his carbuncle a curious once-over.

"Thank you for your assistance..." She trails off, prompting the Miqo'te for his name.

DISASTER COCONUT - This is probably good for a group thread!

[levelthreehooligan]

There's a rabble going on by the Limsan Docks. This is nothing strange in and of itself, but it's not a fight this time... or at least, there isn't the tell-tale sound of knives being drawn and people shouting.

There's a ring of dock workers, pirates and fishermen all surrounding a small table that sits in the centre of the platform just outside the Fisherman's guild.

There's a rhythm to the crowd. Cheering and jeering turns into tense whispering and silence, and then they erupt again as a move is made or a hand is turned over.

Welcome lads, to the the Conada's Traveling Betting house of fun, featuring the Piñara Conada herself.

It had started off easily enough. There were a group of layabouts playing poker (badly) and whilst Q'uila had gone off to find... something (Connor, in a basket, somewhere) she had been told to 'stay put'.

Staying put was something she hated with the fiery passions of two thousand calamities, and so, she moved only slighty to the left and joined in.

"Now, How about we make this interesting?" She'd said, interrupting the Layabout's games. "You versus me. House rules. Highest hand wins, loser has to take a dare." She grinned.

Turns out, Pirates have a lot of strong spirits to forfeit, and she rarely ever loses. As the game went on, the crowd got bigger; it was a slow day in the city. The bets got wilder and the games more intense, and Pinya sits at the top of the scoreboard.

"GET FUCKED YOU SALTY BALD MAN!" She exclaims, none too elegantly at the gent who just lost this round, after claiming she'd been using a rigged deck. The one that he offered to use was almost certainly rigged, but she'd won anyway.

She's laughing maniacally. Oh dear.

Disaster Basket

[talkingtrashtank]

"-so after making those arrangements, Q'uila and I started taking jaunts around the Twelveswood together." A small man in white and red robes explains, walking abreast (or rather, aknee) with the Miqo'te actually doing the leading through the tethered docks and islands that make up Limsa Lominsa's lower decks. As they walk, he's describing his companions. "I'm sure she's being responsible and taking care of Gridania's business, so we'll probably move on from the city in no more than two or three-"

And then they reach... the aftcastle...

"-three... three fucks." What the fuck is this, and why does he know exactly who is responsi- IT IS, IT IS HER FAULT AND HE KNEW IT HE SHOULD'VE KNOWN.

"...Nevermind my companions, maybe we should go and not be here with this crowd?" Not that he has the money to buy Felih lunch or thank him for his help, but this is worse than that.

Friends with (economic) benefits

[talkingtrashtank]

Connor doesn't protest as much as he should. He doens't protest at all? And once they're actually on the road north he finds even less to complain about?

What's Pinya gonna do, buy the malms and malms and malms of swampy wetlands, that lead into malms and malms again of tangled bush, and then the final push into scrubland, wastes and arid fields of nothing? She's not, she doesn't have a reason to, and Connor loses his biggest source of ire.

And Q'uila? Connor already knows what a short day or two stint out in the Shroud is like with Q'uila and frankly she's a delight. A bit fast-paced for him but he usually can find her once she's actually attacked her mark. Her steps are soft when she's on the hunt but his ears are keen enough to pick her up when she changes direction. He's really only there as support anyways, not to stalk or kill the prey.

So this whole business of leathermaking is, somehow, a complete success on all sides? Camp Drybone is a bit close to the lichyard and there are plenty who would be uncomfortable sleeping within range of the burning wall- but this is nice. For his first uneasy forray back into Thanalan in three years, this is nice.

Huh. Who'd of thought?