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With the Blightbeasts driven off, little bothered the party for the rest of their trek to Midgar. Leifur would have liked to keep their stop brief, but the looming storm threatened to hole them in, and he supposed some people had business to take care of besides. 

As they approached, Leifur paid little attention to his surroundings past what his senses readily gleamed. He had a good memory when it came to remembering people, the threats they might pose and the secrets they might harbour, but the same could not be said of places. After a century of travel, the many towns and cities he'd visited had started to bleed into each other; roads led to towns they had no connection to, details and atmospheres were carried across borders like wind. In time, he would forget what he saw today, too.

[i]Except [/i]the smog. Leifur had been to the city before, but it was so long ago the smog was the only thing he remembered now. He had never tried the coffee. Nor had he participated in any ... leisurely activities. At the moogle's suggestion they do so now, Leifur found himself taken aback, shocked as if he'd just been asked to fly. 

Galahad offered them lodging and a promise they would not stay long, at least on his account. Leifur nodded approvingly as he dismounted, giving the bird what he assumed to be one final pet.[color=#915027] "The lodge sounds as good a place as any. With any luck, we will not have need for it for long." [/color]

Leifur was in the middle of taking mental inventory of what he'd need to buy - bullets, at least - when his fellow gunbreaker mentioned wanting to sample coffee shops - [i]for a few weeks.[/i] He assumed she did not mean right now, but the idea sounded crazy enough in general to make him slip out an entirely confused: [color=#915027]"Weeks? Surely coffee shops cannot be that different from one another; the novelty ought to wear off after one or two."[/color]

But though he shook his head at Éliane's enthusiasm for the local bean water and was quick to return to taking inventory, one of his long ears did turn sideways to overhear whatever spot Galahad might recommend. 

... [i]If [/i]he was ever going to try the damn thing, now [i]would [/i]be as good a time as any.
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