Franz sat at one of the tables in the Still Shore, warm mug of tea in one hand, the paper in his other. In front of him lay a small plate with a simple breakfast, merely some toast and a scrambled dodo egg. He'd taken to exercising on the Mist beach as a new morning routine.
As he read the paper, he nearly laughed at it. "Seems like Spahro has been keeping herself busy once again."
He wondered for a while what kind of trouble she'd found herself in, but he wasn't overly interested in what the Sultansworn were up to. It was his problem, and truthfully, the was a small interest in seeing how the city would respond to the outrageous writings. They were certainly interesting enough to read, regardless of if the claims were true or not.
Perhaps he'd spend a small portion of the day in Ul'dah. While it wasn't hated anymore, he had found it still difficult to stay for long. After changing into appropriate clothes for the desert, he departed for the nearest aetherite to travel.
As he read the paper, he nearly laughed at it. "Seems like Spahro has been keeping herself busy once again."
He wondered for a while what kind of trouble she'd found herself in, but he wasn't overly interested in what the Sultansworn were up to. It was his problem, and truthfully, the was a small interest in seeing how the city would respond to the outrageous writings. They were certainly interesting enough to read, regardless of if the claims were true or not.
Perhaps he'd spend a small portion of the day in Ul'dah. While it wasn't hated anymore, he had found it still difficult to stay for long. After changing into appropriate clothes for the desert, he departed for the nearest aetherite to travel.
