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a_seedy_placeWhat new manner of horror was this?
Estinien was sure he had just been alone, wandering the wilderness in his search for further deeds that he might do-- deeds to atone for his failures and to safeguard Ishgard's future: To avenge Aymeric's wounds a hundred times against the Ascian threat.
This was nowhere he could remember though it wouldn't have been terribly off to guess he was somewhere in his homeland or Sharlyan if not for the odd thing here or there that completely escaped his understanding. He tapped his foot impatiently for a moment and the stepped through another pair of wider doors, only to find a sweet smell drifting through the air that made his head spin. Some kind of drug? He couldn't be sure, but it put him on edge.
He was about to turn back as he passed several tables laden with food that appeared to be fresh and non-threatening, but for him nothing was ever as such. A noise made him turn to see a familiar blond head and pair of ears over the divider between the ballroom and the lobby.
"Ser J'tomo, is that you I spy?" He called out, unflinching at the rusty and hoarse nature of his so-little-used voice.
Estinien was sure he had just been alone, wandering the wilderness in his search for further deeds that he might do-- deeds to atone for his failures and to safeguard Ishgard's future: To avenge Aymeric's wounds a hundred times against the Ascian threat.
This was nowhere he could remember though it wouldn't have been terribly off to guess he was somewhere in his homeland or Sharlyan if not for the odd thing here or there that completely escaped his understanding. He tapped his foot impatiently for a moment and the stepped through another pair of wider doors, only to find a sweet smell drifting through the air that made his head spin. Some kind of drug? He couldn't be sure, but it put him on edge.
He was about to turn back as he passed several tables laden with food that appeared to be fresh and non-threatening, but for him nothing was ever as such. A noise made him turn to see a familiar blond head and pair of ears over the divider between the ballroom and the lobby.
"Ser J'tomo, is that you I spy?" He called out, unflinching at the rusty and hoarse nature of his so-little-used voice.
