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Never had L'aruh seen such long shadows. From her first experience in Thanalan, it seemed like the region was covered in pale yellow sands and those blotches of shadow which stemmed from Ul'dah's imposing buildings. Yes, it was very much unlike Limsa Lominsa, where the city's arches allowed her to feel safe. This place was a whole other beast.
As she walked through the streets of Ul'dah's merchant strip, she fully knew that she looked like an outsider. Not that she minded. She was more interested in what the merchants were selling. At least, for now...
Seven Hells! If she knew Ul'dah was going to be this hot , she would have brought lighter clothing along with her. The sweltering heat was already getting to her head, and she had only arrived at the city a few hours ago. In Limsa Lominsa, the summers were not as intense. She wondered how the people were so nonchalant to the heat as she carried herself through the throng of people also pursuing different types of wares. Maybe it would just be best if she just focused on what they were actually selling instead of whimpering to herself about the heat.
"Ah, you!" called a voice from her right. Turning around to see who had shouted, she saw a Hyur woman next to her stall. L'aruh was unsure if the woman was beckoning towards her or someone else in the crowd. "Yes, you!"
L'aruh slipped through the torrent of people and approached the Hyur. The woman was selling all sorts of wares-- daggers, books, potions... and jewelry, too. Upon closer inspection, L'aruh noticed the daggers had been polished, but still showed signs of wear. The tomes's bindings were coming apart, the elixirs' color was off and perspiration gathered on the insides of the vials. She raised a brown, but before she could form a coherent sentence, the merchant waved her hands and spoke loudly.
"I know, I know, I know-- it doesn't seem like much. But I'm willing to give you a discount. That grimoire at your hip seems rather old... I have this new one right here for only three hundred gil."
L'aruh cast her eyes towards the purple-skinned grimoire. Like the rest of the merchant's inventory, it was dusty and old. But there was no tears in its binds or any other signs of misuse. Maybe it's actually time to replace this one, she thought to herself. She certainly had the gil but she would have to put aside some money in order to rent a room at an inn... either way, she should have some money left over after the purchase of the tome. "Alright, I'll buy it," she said, reaching for her coinpurse. "Like my mum's always said, you--"
Her fingers touched that tied her purse to the belt. All she felt was the rope and the stumps left behind by a quick knife. A quiet one, too.
L'aruh's blood ran cold. She hadn't been in the city for a day and she'd already fallen prey to a cutpurse. What was she, an idiot? Flushing, she turned to the Hyur and opened her mouth. "Ah... I-I could've sworn--"
"Oh, seems like someone got to ya, already... the celebration happenin' and all of that brings about all sorts of people. Say, you're not from around here, are ya? Someone shoulda warned you, it gets rather shady--"
She held up a hand. "I don't need an explanation," she told her bluntly. "All I need is a place where someone can help me out with a room."
"O-oh. Well, miss, there's the Quicksand, they'll probably help you out with--"
L'aruh spun on her heel, flushed with anger. How could she be so dumb as to lose most of the moeny she had on her? She didn't even hear the man or woman approach her from behind. And she had sharper ears than a mouse! I''m such an idiot, she cursed herself as she stormed down the merchant's strip. How can I call myself an adventurer if I don't have my wits around me?