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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Q'uila only tells the truth always

[dragoonrouge]

She shrugs her shoulders, "They sent me there because I'm capable, there's less risk sending me than there is one of the Gridanian hunters." That is accompanied by a vicious eye-roll, Q'uila has feelings about the competency of Grindanian-borne hunters. None of which are good. "Besides, its never been a problem before!"

Q'uila frowns at Connor. "That wasn't our deal...What are you looking for in exchange for coming with me?"

y u no want heals?

[talkingtrashtank]

It's still a risk to go alone, but Connor has to let it go: he's beaten the chocobo to death already.

But then she frowns at him, and it's his turn to frown back.

"Yes it was?" He says, confused. "I offered you my services for a week, and the surplus leather once I finished with the skins." Which is a fair bit of work all around on his end, but he got what he wanted out of it: "I didn't join the leatherworkers to rake in buckets of gil, just a little bit of spending money. I'm still technically considered an adventurer, not a Gridanian, so if I don't take guildleves or find some other job, there's no money for me to spend on myself." Upgrades to his gear, better food, and so on. His personal posessions are currently limited to the set of tools shoved in his bag.

"Healers are more useful when we're actually out there with fighters in the fray- if from a safe distance back." However... "But if you'd rather come limping back for the next six days and spare me the running around, I guess I can't complain!"

No Heals We Die Like Men

[dragoonrouge]

Oh. Oh... Q'uila blushes, ears and tail wilting. "Most of the Healers I've met don't leave their Halls...I...I didn't realise you were an Adventurer as well."

She ducks her head at him. "I apologise, and I would very much be grateful for your company when I go out next."

Week late who's a week late not me nope

[talkingtrashtank]

"Well, to be fair I don't leave very often either," Connor admits, but he tries to be lighthearted about it. No one wants to be made to feel dumb. "I've been in Gridania for a few years now, but the locals never forget who isn't local. It's been a while since I was last at the Adventurer's guild but I'm sure my name's still in Mother Miounne's book somewhere." He hadn't honestly gone back to the guild aside from errand running and grabbing a cup of tea from the Carline Canopy's cafe, but he's gone through the motions of joining the guild after arriving from Ul'dah.

He doesn't mention that last part.

"The Conjurers won't miss me for a few days, so if there's anything you've been waiting for a party to try and tackle, I hear it's usually easier to find willing companions if you already know the terrain," he opens one hand at Q'uila, "and have a healer." And then gestures to himself.

"Just let me take a share of the skins we collect while out there. I'm never going to improve my leathercraft without materials to work with."

[dragoonrouge]

"Alright..." She grins at Connor, "This could be fun, and there is an area I've been wanting to venture into but haven't been able to due to lack of support."

She pushes herself up off the bench, "Meet me back here just after sunrise tomorrow, make sure to bring food rations and an extra water skin. Oh! and a bedroll. We're going to be out there for a couple of days Twelve permitting."