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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[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.

Fuck it I'm making Connor the one who owes the favour because it's hilarious

[dragoonrouge]

"That's good, even with the favour I doubt I'd be able to cover the cost of the bracers if you wanted them to be of high quality."

Walking towards the Guildmaster, she turns to Pinya, "Let me hand these over quickly and then I'll grab him for you."

It doesn't take long to square the transaction away with the Guildmaster, by this point he has come to trust in the quality of the furs and hides she returned with and in no time at all the expected amount of gil now lies nestled in her pouch.

" This way, he normally works at one of the quieter stations in the back."

Leading Pinya around a corner, Q'uila knocks on the door. "Hey! I've come to cash in that favour you owe me! Can I come in?!"

A Favour's a Favour

[talkingtrashtank]

"Q'uila? Come in!" Connor is indeed working hard in the back room, an open window and a ray of sunshine landing right on his workbench, tools laid out and trimmings decorating the floor. A half-eaten plate of pastries stuffed with cheese and jam is off to the side with a lukewarm pot of tea and a used cup beside it. He can afford little luxuries like black tea and sweets with the bit of gil circling his work outside the conjurer's guild.

It didn't take very long for him to clamor onto the bottom rung of Atelier Fen-Yll, and a few weeks harder work to get a the right kind of recognition to start taking lower end commissions of his own. He's not at the point yet of calling it Fen-Yll products without being made to sweat a little, but it's Fen-Yll leather, and he gets to put his own stamp on finished items.

So he's got enough reasons to be pleasant and pleased to see Q'uila at the door to this back-room, his powders and tinctures all boxed away for the day and only the cutters, threads, and his awl out with whatever he's putting together.

"Finally calling it in?" He asks as the Miqo'te woman strides inside, and he doesn't quite see who's following her. "Is it repairs you need, or should I go get my cane?" They had a bit of fun the last time he tagged along after her across the Shroud, didn't they? Not too much, but a bit.

When he sees Pinya, it's already too late.

>:)))))))

[levelthreehooligan]

"Hi, Buddy!" Piñara's grin is sharklike.

After their, shall we say, 'Excursion' to the shroud, Connor had taken to trying to avoid her however he could. She was happy to leave well alone to be honest, not really wanting to create more aggravation.

She'd been sneaking in to see E-Sumi-Yan whenever the other man wasn't in the guild, and he'd been helping her understand that sometimes, the forest just likes to chat, to learn new things about its borders, the difference in energies of other people.

Though the forest was old, it also had a childlike curiosity, and just so happened to take a liking to her.

Not that she'd think that Connor would believe her, so she doesn't try.

"Wow, I can't believe you've agreed to help me! You're such a good person!" She says, completely over the top and stage-dramatic, putting her hands up to her face and feigning surprise.

[dragoonrouge]

Q'uila looks between Connor and Pinya, frowning. "I take it that you two ...know each other?"

Deciding that whatever strange Lala pissing contest that was going on between the two was more trouble than it's worth, she directs her attention back to Connor.

"Anyroad...Connor, I'd like to trade my favour in for a pair of High Quality, leather Archery bracers for my friend Pinya here, she keeps going through them at a ridiculous pace."

:))))

[levelthreehooligan]

Pinya's grin only gets larger.

'Yeah Connor, I have people that think of me as their friend! What are going to do about that your surly sonofabitch?' She thinks, loudly.

Sidequest T-T-Time!

[talkingtrashtank]

He has... he has absolutely no way out of this. Not if Q'uila's the one asking, no, he needs Q'uila, can't do that. Be very bad if he does that.

And Pinya's needs aren't... that... unreasonable.

Still, he looks like he just took a spoonful of morbol bile.

"CanIseeyouroldones." Okay no, he can do better than that. Eyes closed, deep breath, and: "Can I please see your old set, so I can get an idea of why they failed you?"

If Pinya gives him the bracers, which he certainly expects she will, the problems are fairly obvious: she's torn the leather in odd places, not even at the seams. Whatever her training and adventuring is leading her into, it's more than simple animal skin can handle.

"So... the nicest hide in the forest won't last much longer than this did," he says, flipping the open bracer a little to see the crafter's mark. Fen-Yll? Yep. "You'll need to upgrade to goatskin, aldgoat specifically: it's got a lot more flexibility and the alumen used to finish it won't let it crack and tear like this." He's looking even more miserable as he says this, then looks at Q'uila.

"The problem is: I don't have enough aldgoat leather here in the shop for your order," and he nods back at the bench where he was working when they arrived. "That's the last of what the Guildmaster gave me, the rest I have to source myself. I'll make them, of course, but you'll have to wait until I can make my way out to Eastern Thanalan or someone comes north next moon to sell what I need. I don't honestly know what alumen is, nevermind why it costs so much."

>:)

[levelthreehooligan]

The rush of words that Connor blurts out only further serves to lift her mood. She doesn't know what it is about her that gets him so ruffled, but it's fun as hells to keep egging him on.

She does, of course, hand him the bracers. She could've got her syndicate to handle it, but blegh, and this meant that she was helping out the economy over in Gridania instead.

"I have no problems sourcing the skins." She says, "Q'ulia, you fancy hunting in my neck of the woods?" She says, ignoring any and all protests that Connor puts out.

Guess which scrub forgot to turn on alerts for this thread?

[dragoonrouge]

Yep, something weird was definitely going on between the two Lalafels that Q'uila had come to consider friends in her time in Gridania but that wasn't so important at this moment in time. What was important was the business of hunting Aldgoats.

Q'uila's tail starts curling in anticipation and she grins at Pinya. "I've not hunted in Thanalan before...Let's do it!"