[ He looks back at Sephiroth, which probably looks quite comical with how he’s half-sprawled in the midst of reaching for his bag. ]
That’s so… weird.
[ But before he can elaborate on that scintillating thought, he makes one last grab for his traveling pack, snatching it by a strap and dragging it over. A little rummaging around in a side pocket reveals he did have some twine after all. Though he’s sure Sephiroth would prefer a black silken ribbon or something ridiculous, it will have to do. He sits back up, trying off the end of the braid. ]
The one in Thanalan is owned by Godbert Manderville. To hear tell of it, the man’s the richest son of a bitch in all Eorzea, maybe in all Hydaelyn. No arena, though. That’s the Bloodsands in Ul’dah proper.
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That’s so… weird.
[ But before he can elaborate on that scintillating thought, he makes one last grab for his traveling pack, snatching it by a strap and dragging it over. A little rummaging around in a side pocket reveals he did have some twine after all. Though he’s sure Sephiroth would prefer a black silken ribbon or something ridiculous, it will have to do. He sits back up, trying off the end of the braid. ]
The one in Thanalan is owned by Godbert Manderville. To hear tell of it, the man’s the richest son of a bitch in all Eorzea, maybe in all Hydaelyn. No arena, though. That’s the Bloodsands in Ul’dah proper.