With the bustling life of Limsa Lominsa at it's height, the sound of voices echoing out around, it was around in the lower docks that something had happened. A tall Roegadyn male, with black skin and eyes of a deep, deep shade of green. He was carrying a bundle over his shoulder. The bundle looked to be a person. It was hard to tell what race, due to the heavy cloak around them, but with the slight groans heard it was clear that the person was still alive. Abit not able to move on their own, since the Roe male had to carry them, but alive never the less. The large male would shift his way in front of the clinic in question he came through. The place where he has gone a few times before, Talaic would knock heavily upon the wooden door before pushing it open to enter. "YO! Cat! Ya 'ere or out, lass?!"
His accented voice called out, trying to get at the owner's attention or at least see if Catharine was in or not. If not, then he would have to drop the person he found at the basic clinic the Malestrom company ran too. Shifting the bundle on his shoulder, he looked back when another groan came. The male was dressed in what appeared to be a fisher's gear, having just got done with today's quota when he found said person laid out flat on the streets. It was a damn miracle to the Twelve that they hadn't even been robbed in that state.
Never the less, he had been surprise to find it was a Hyur female. And one dressed strangely under the cloak she wore. In fact, she looked to have come somewhere up north, around where Ishgard was at, if he had to guess from past stories he heard. But he wasn't one to really throw out there with speculations, that usually was one way to get something bad to happen.
Sighing a tad, he looked back towards the doorway leading to the beds within the clinic, calling out once more with a hand at his hip. "Cat, I got ye a client or such 'ere!"
His accented voice called out, trying to get at the owner's attention or at least see if Catharine was in or not. If not, then he would have to drop the person he found at the basic clinic the Malestrom company ran too. Shifting the bundle on his shoulder, he looked back when another groan came. The male was dressed in what appeared to be a fisher's gear, having just got done with today's quota when he found said person laid out flat on the streets. It was a damn miracle to the Twelve that they hadn't even been robbed in that state.
Never the less, he had been surprise to find it was a Hyur female. And one dressed strangely under the cloak she wore. In fact, she looked to have come somewhere up north, around where Ishgard was at, if he had to guess from past stories he heard. But he wasn't one to really throw out there with speculations, that usually was one way to get something bad to happen.
Sighing a tad, he looked back towards the doorway leading to the beds within the clinic, calling out once more with a hand at his hip. "Cat, I got ye a client or such 'ere!"