Noxaelius had gone to Ul'dah for some personal business - one that involved ordering many more crates of Qiqirn Firewater, to be delivered to his house. The male had decided to go for a walk after he was done in the city, although he was now greatly regretting his decision due to the sweltering sun. Just as he was about to go back to the city, he heard several female voices nearby and rounded around a large rock to see two Elezen women in the distance.
The young man smirked to himself and made his way over with questionable motives - possibly with the intention of inviting them for a drink in Ul'dah. However, as he neared the females, he picked up on a vile scent. The stink of a corpse. The smell of death.
He stopped several yalms away from the women, in plain view, his eyes landing on the corpse at their feet. The Miqo'te did not care for the body nor its killer at all, but it being there posed a problem, because the scene of a dead body was hardly the place to be making passes at women. Now he was faced with a dilemma. Would he approach them anyway, perhaps drawing them away from the body to continue to his goal? Or should he simply walk away?
The flaming rays of the sun beat relentlessly on his dark skin, making the whole situation much more annoying than was needed. Perhaps it would just be better for him to return to the Quicksand and find a drinking partner there.
The young man smirked to himself and made his way over with questionable motives - possibly with the intention of inviting them for a drink in Ul'dah. However, as he neared the females, he picked up on a vile scent. The stink of a corpse. The smell of death.
He stopped several yalms away from the women, in plain view, his eyes landing on the corpse at their feet. The Miqo'te did not care for the body nor its killer at all, but it being there posed a problem, because the scene of a dead body was hardly the place to be making passes at women. Now he was faced with a dilemma. Would he approach them anyway, perhaps drawing them away from the body to continue to his goal? Or should he simply walk away?
The flaming rays of the sun beat relentlessly on his dark skin, making the whole situation much more annoying than was needed. Perhaps it would just be better for him to return to the Quicksand and find a drinking partner there.
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