A Meeting in the Quicksands
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Proxificent
Gateblock, Gaslamp, Girlmanage
Even in the depths of winter, it never really gets that cold in Ul'dah. One of the perks of living in a southern desert clime, one imagines. Or visiting, for that matter.
At the moment, the one imagining such is an elezen woman, clad in purple and black, sipping lightly at a cup of spiced Starlight tea and idly perusing a tome. She's ensconsed at a corner table in the Quicksand (inasmuch as there *can* be a corner table in a tavern shaped like a circle) tucked in beside one of the pillars holding the roof of the adventurer's guild building up. Even in the sixth astral month of the year it's a warm fragrant night in the city, and although it's a little early to be indulging in Starlight treats, it's not so early as to occasion comment. Indeed, as she idly reads and people-watches, the elezen can see workers starting to put up decorations for the annual celebration put on by the city-states of the Eorzean Alliance.
Not that that's the only thing that Sarah Plowse, Dashing Wizard Extraordinaire (or so says her business cards) sees as she sits in the Quicksand, waiting for her companions to arrive. More than a few heads turn as a small squadron of Sultansworn push open the front doors, and head straight for... the levemete's desk? After a brief discussion, some papers are handed over, and a new job is posted on the board. Tapping her chin lightly, Sarah stares at the board thoughtfully, torn between the desire to jump up and check the board, and save the table she's managed to score for her friends. "Well now... I wonder what that's all about?"
At the moment, the one imagining such is an elezen woman, clad in purple and black, sipping lightly at a cup of spiced Starlight tea and idly perusing a tome. She's ensconsed at a corner table in the Quicksand (inasmuch as there *can* be a corner table in a tavern shaped like a circle) tucked in beside one of the pillars holding the roof of the adventurer's guild building up. Even in the sixth astral month of the year it's a warm fragrant night in the city, and although it's a little early to be indulging in Starlight treats, it's not so early as to occasion comment. Indeed, as she idly reads and people-watches, the elezen can see workers starting to put up decorations for the annual celebration put on by the city-states of the Eorzean Alliance.
Not that that's the only thing that Sarah Plowse, Dashing Wizard Extraordinaire (or so says her business cards) sees as she sits in the Quicksand, waiting for her companions to arrive. More than a few heads turn as a small squadron of Sultansworn push open the front doors, and head straight for... the levemete's desk? After a brief discussion, some papers are handed over, and a new job is posted on the board. Tapping her chin lightly, Sarah stares at the board thoughtfully, torn between the desire to jump up and check the board, and save the table she's managed to score for her friends. "Well now... I wonder what that's all about?"
