Franz stood at one of the stalls in the Ul'dahn markets, heavily debating what exactly he wanted to purchase. The vendor patiently waited, trying to see if he could perhaps speed up the purchase and resume his search for additional customers. “Good sir...the miq'abobs are only 400 gil a piece. Surely one of your...erm...size….would be interested in those?†A line was beginning to form behind the Highlander-sized man.
“I suppose that will do. Two of the dodo and one of the mushroom ones, then.†Placing the necessary gil on the counter, he was handed his miq’abobs in a small paper holder and continued on his way.
Continuing down his path, he passed by a lalafellin girl, or, he assumed girl. He was certain the person was female, but had difficulty making a guess at age. She’d seemed vaguely familiar, but he could not quite place her name. Franz stopped a moment to stare, wondering if he remember. A half-eaten miq’abob in his mouth... "huh...looksh fami'yer."
“I suppose that will do. Two of the dodo and one of the mushroom ones, then.†Placing the necessary gil on the counter, he was handed his miq’abobs in a small paper holder and continued on his way.
Continuing down his path, he passed by a lalafellin girl, or, he assumed girl. He was certain the person was female, but had difficulty making a guess at age. She’d seemed vaguely familiar, but he could not quite place her name. Franz stopped a moment to stare, wondering if he remember. A half-eaten miq’abob in his mouth... "huh...looksh fami'yer."
