Natasha walked through the dusty streets of Ul'dah, his rusty red mail rustling softly. It had been several long months since he'd arrived at the city. Several long months of disappointment. He'd been on the frontiers, where the Brass Blades were often the only line protecting Eorzeans against Beast, Bandit, and worse.
The Grand Companies had their fame and fortune, but they were small, focused, and concerned with their own missions. It fell to the Brass Blades to guard those who remained. Their names were famous, among the small towns that ringed the city states, and the caravans which ran between them. The Blades of the Rose, of the Gerbera, of the Hydra, the Raptor, along with countless others. It was with an eager heart he'd taken a post in Ul'dah, a city he'd only seen from afar.
Surely only the best and brightest would find their way to the Capitol. Men and Women who's skill and honor rivaled that of the Grand Companies. Though, he had found, it seemed the opposite. He found himself saddled with men and women who would rather steal than guard, be bribed than stand firm. Here and there, ones stood out, who did not bow down to the corruption, but they were few and far between.
He sighs, finishing the last of his rounds, on which he thankfully did not catch anyone sleeping. Seeing the downtrodden form of Aiden, and the young Lalafell seemingly comforting he stops nearby, removing his turban and shaking the sweat from his cropped hair as he eavesdrops.
The Grand Companies had their fame and fortune, but they were small, focused, and concerned with their own missions. It fell to the Brass Blades to guard those who remained. Their names were famous, among the small towns that ringed the city states, and the caravans which ran between them. The Blades of the Rose, of the Gerbera, of the Hydra, the Raptor, along with countless others. It was with an eager heart he'd taken a post in Ul'dah, a city he'd only seen from afar.
Surely only the best and brightest would find their way to the Capitol. Men and Women who's skill and honor rivaled that of the Grand Companies. Though, he had found, it seemed the opposite. He found himself saddled with men and women who would rather steal than guard, be bribed than stand firm. Here and there, ones stood out, who did not bow down to the corruption, but they were few and far between.
He sighs, finishing the last of his rounds, on which he thankfully did not catch anyone sleeping. Seeing the downtrodden form of Aiden, and the young Lalafell seemingly comforting he stops nearby, removing his turban and shaking the sweat from his cropped hair as he eavesdrops.
