Standing guard over the cart that was said to contain Tillman's pilfered wares, the young Padjal kept vigil there in the midst of the Silver Bazaar.
The vantage point beside the blue-haired Lalafellow afforded the horned youth with the opportunity to observe the comings and goings of the bazaar more closely. Which was when he discovered something that seemed as out of place in Thanalan as he was.
Taking a few steps further from the caravan, the Padjal gave a bow as he approached a most unusual sort of creature. Most would have said that it was a cat, but with bat-like wings and a glowing, round tuft above its head. This particular one was even further distinguished by the cap and satchel that it wore.
It was a delivery Moogle. They were found all through the Twelveswood, from Hyrstmill to Quarrymill, though it had never once occurred to the boy that the Moogles extended their reach beyond the forest. Though, before the Padjal could address his pom-kupo friend, a now familiar voice rang out from behind him.
“A lovely entourage, and all for me?”
The flamboyant Miqo'te was hard to mistake. Neither was the familiar form of Kajin, who emerged following after the dancer. Turning back toward the Moogle, the boy bowed his respects before traveling back toward where it seemed that J'horta and Kajin were appraising Lyveva of their apparent progress with Tillman.
"We believe this is the cart holding the remainder of what can be recovered," the Padjal noted, joining the conversation. At the use of the term 'we', the boy gestured toward the blue-haired Lalafellow named River.
"At the very least, you all deserve a respite from the heat, and lunch, and a bath, and..."
The boy just blinked. It was quite hot. Even being dressed for Gridania's temperate climate, he found that the leather jerkin he wore to be sticking to his skin. The Twelveswood attire was definitely not well suited to the Thanalan environment. Lunch sounded quite lovely as well, as the boy realized that he hadn't eaten anything since the crumpet at the Quicksand that morning.
The mention of a bath, however, caused the boy to give a look of confusion. Which, was when he realized that he was quite grimy, with sand clinging to his skin. And possibly smelling a bit like a chocobo from the caravan ride from Ul'dah. Even if it was just mid-day, a bath probably would be required before entering into whatever kind of abode this free company house was.
He had heard about such housing. Gridania even had a district dedicated for such things, known as the Lavender Beds. However, strange as it may have been, E-Siri had never so much as seen what it was like. When he was in Gridania, he was usually cloistered away inside Stillglade Fane. And, on those occasions that he managed to escape, the Wood Wailers usually ensured that he was delivered to his business in the Twelveswood without either delay or any deviations from the intended travel path.
The other Seedseers all seemed content with this arrangement. E-Siri found it incredibly frustrating. What was the point of the Council if they were only going to concern themselves with what was happening to the small parts of the world they solely concerned themselves with? That seemed to do little good for Gridania or the Twelveswood.
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