[hr][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/392257844256440322/615777555013697547/image0.png[/img][/center][hr][hr]

The exchange between the padjal and pink haired Lalafell was...unique to say the least. Did it truly matter if one could rent a body? Or how it was done? It had nothing to do with the current predicament and every second wasted in this god forsaken desert was another moment where he was away from the flats of Cartaneu. But River did suppose that these were small steps towards getting him closer to his goals. No sooner had their stray thoughts emerged than they had gone away, like wind disappearing foot prints in the Thanalans desert. Good. Now to get back to busine- oh? It appeared that the pink haired Lalafell has decided to barge in on their miqote friend without any assistance. That is, unless they were to hear a commotion stir up. River began to follow close by, preferring to wait outside the doors, ear pressed against the wood as he listened in on what was being said. It appeared that all this time spent with the Tillman gave J'torha little information besides what Kajin had just dug up. 

Good, the Tilman was smart enough to know when he has been outmatched and outnumbered. Perhaps this would teach that scum of Thanalan not to mess with a guild in the future, keep his sights set low and ensure there wouldnt be numbers behind the theft. River leaned back against the wall of the building, looking up upon the expansive blue sky as the sun burned bright and a few aviary beasts flew above them. He took a deep breath, feeling the heat enter his lungs and some dust fill his throat before coughing a bit and reaching for some water. This was far from his sea salty air and humid atmosphere. The breeze carried relief but it didn't bite like Limsa's. Finally he looked dead ahead [Color=aqua]"I believe they have it under control. Let's go guard that the caravan he was selling out of, make sure no more of these swindlers get their hands on any items with they're soft paws."[/color] River could hear Lyveva excitedly speaking of a potential fight, and he would be lying if he said he didn't itch for one as well.