[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190826/f7a348a35c8b1d31a7b382a4f7600571.png[/img][/center][hr]J’torha spent the carriage ride back to the Goblet humming to himself as far in the back as he could manage, hoping to savour yet another trip he didn’t have to make on foot without having to be too aware of the smelly cloudkin that made it possible. He didn’t know the science behind what made a carriage ride so much more odorous than a ride on a chocobo porter - maybe it had to do with being situated behind the birds rather than atop them, who knew - but he wouldn’t let pestering wonderings like that distract him from the sights and sounds of one of the most opulent parts of Ul’Dah. A secret pride welled up within him as they passed through its gates; multiple times he’d tried to gain access to the district to perform, and every time he’d been denied, the guards citing ordinances or by-laws or for-laws or whatever they were against noise, soliciting, blocking shared areas, whatever they came up with on the day. As such, he couldn’t help but feel the least bit smug when they were admitted unmolested, and he even shot one of the familiar guards a wink. 

A sly optimism suddenly struck him, one he was surprised didn’t occur to him before. If this free company held a property here (assuming they could reclaim it with those documents; he wasn’t altogether clear on how that worked) then maybe if he joined them, he could leverage his position as a tenant to go about his business in relative peace. J’torha wasn’t too comfortable with the idea of settling in any one place, but [i]that[/i] made tying himself to a free company [i]much[/i] more attractive. He probably wouldn’t even necessarily need to [i]live[/i] there; he could probably come and go as he pleased so long as his name was on the right lists, or however they ran things here. Certainly something to think about; this many rich people in one place was a gold mine in his industry. 

The Gil were shaken out of his eyes, however, when Lyveva spoke up, looking after a small Xaela child whom J’torha just barely caught a glimpse of as he took off. A fond little twinge of nostalgia struck him at the sight of those black scales, but it was eclipsed by concern; sure, the Goblet wasn’t the Sunway or anything, and there probably weren’t any piestes wandering around waiting to petrify anyone, but his time watching over the children of his tribe as a teenager had made him more than a little wary when he saw kits running around by themselves. 

J’torha stared after the spot where he’d watched the boy disappear, but as a few of the others volunteered to go after him, he refrained from adding his own voice to the din. [color=CB3011]“We’ll stay with the carriage,”[/color] he half-offered, half-decided, [color=CB3011]“no need for all of us to run off like a pack of mongrels and frighten the kid.”[/color]

He threw L’vivia a coy grin, then looked to X’gihl. [color=CB3011]“What’s say we go make sure all this work hasn’t been for naught, eh? There’s little use for a deed to a house that’s already been gutted.”[/color] Probably. He was pretty sure that was how that worked. [hr][sub][right]J’torha and [@EvictedElement] are going on a journey to restore [@Hero]’s property… probably[/right][/sub]