[hr][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/392257844256440322/615777555013697547/image0.png[/img][/center][hr] [hider=Coin Purse-uit]Four large figures began to encircle the lalafell, each with a menacing look upon their face. A hidden dagger could be spotted here and there amongst the group, having it show just enough to attempt to intimidate and perceptive prey. River slowly walked backwards, his feet scuffling in the dusty stone floors of Thanalan as he attempted to find some semblance of escape. Their shadows were now creeping up on him, shading him in the darkness that was this city. But by now, River knew how to play along, and he chose to play the part of damsel for just a moment. His back pressed against a large boulder that was hot to the touch, some drybrush off to the side, but no where near as much to hide in. His eyes quaked and wavered as they drew closer and he finally spoke. [color=38FEFD]“Please...this is a huge mistake, you don’t want to do this I assure you.”[/color] [color=gray]”There’s no Brass Blades out here to save you little one, just hand over the coin purse and we’ll be on our way.”[/color] “Yeah, otherwise the only mistake that will have happened will be you neglecting to follow orders.” River closed his eyes, if only for a moment, before the flashed opened once more and the marks upon his face began to glow. His hand had been placed before his book and in a rapid motion he summoned forth his Egi to the right of the group. A clear malicious grin was plastered all over his face. [color=38FEFD]“I tried to warn you.”[/color] His hands flew forward as he telepathically instructed his Egi on what to do. The serpents body flying towards them in a line, knocking each one down prone as it stopped just short on the other side. River cast a binding spell upon the ruffians and grabbed their coin purses in a change of pace. Placing each into his bag save for the last which he bounced up and down on his small hands, feeling the weight of the Gil that filled the pouch from all those these thieves stole from. Ofcourse, there was no way to say exactly [i]who[/i] The Gil belonged to so it was safe to keep for himself. The spell however, quickly wore off and River unsummoned his Egi, running towards the gates of Ul’Dah and knowing just how to play his part as they gave chase to him. [color=38FEFD]”Help! Help! These thieves are chasing after my Gil!”[/color] The Brass Blades posted nearby saw the commotion and drew their blades as River drew nearer, clearly intent on helping the lalafell as their gaze met the four men chasing him. He looked over his shoulder as one would when seeing the distance between predator and prey, only this was more to hide his face from the guards as he stuck his tongue out at the group of would be thieves and made his way into the relative safety of Ul’Dah. As he slowed down for a moment to catch his breath, he noticed it was near time to meet the guild at the Quicksand, a tavern full of Blades and adventurers who would easily deter his assailants.[/hider] River made his way into the Quicksand, ordering three tankards of Mulled Tea and ensuring the tab was posted to Lyveva, not wanting to spent a single Gil he had just earned. He took notice of a few of the patrons that were currently in the facility, seeing a strange Miq’ote wearing an eyepatch over one eye, having raven dark hair with a fair complexion. Bit of an odd looking character, but then again River’s appearance wasn’t exactly normal. He watched as he took his drink, standing and moving away from the table, leaving a spot open for him to sit. Perfect. Many odd conversations began to take place amongst the characters there, all of which were not to his liking and he started to see why the Miq had left his seat so promptly. He sat there, frowning and waiting his order as he poked the wooden tables, boredom filling him while the urge to count his new bounty slowly welled up inside of him. Finally, the fabled Lyveva from the notice made herself present. Standing atop a table, which quite frankly reminded him of home, and allowing him to have a better view as opposed to him having to stand on one to see. She was a rather plain looking Hyur with milicorn hair, and not much confidence it seemed. Her speech drawled on and he quickly found out that it was not he who needed help so much as the guild was in desperate need. His drinks made their way to him and River took a careful sip while continuing to listen but knowing full well what he thought his answer would be. Yes, Cartaneu took many lives, yes it changed the world for all, but to champion such a cause one must have conviction and the stones to show they can lead. The Hyur had something, but he wasn’t quite sure what yet. As River downed his final tankard he stood up, full ready to walk away, but then the strange Miq’ote spoke up. The words stirring within him, giving River a deep sense of longing and reminding him of where he comes from, why he was here, and the creed that Limsa Lominsa follows. Sure this corn-headed Hyur wasn’t a leader [i]now[/i] but who could blame her? To lose so many and to still strive on, that was something of a fire he had to admit. He stood atop the table himself and held his empty tankard up real high (or as high as a lalafell on a table can hold up one) yelling out after the man before. [color=38FEFD]“Till sea swallows all! Aye, I suppose I’ll be joining your motley crew of a guild. It’ll be rough sailing for a bit but I’m sure we can make our way out of stormy waters and into clear seas soon enough!”[/color]