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Haven't heard from @sMoKe in a hot minute. You still around? No rush, just wondering.
"Oh, my apologies. I find it strange that you would wear no holy symbols, but perhaps that's more of a priestly thing than something you monks are concerned with. Nevertheless, I am glad to hear that the gods fight at your back; it inspires hope for our race in me, brother," he admitted, with a warm smile. "Surely we will need their favor in these troubling times."
Just as there were five races in Ivalice, there were five main gods in the Ivalician religion: Phoenix, god of the Humes; Ifrit, god of the Bangaa; Shiva, goddess of the Viera; Ramuh, god of the Nu Mou; and Carbuncle, god of the Moogle. Madeen was seen as the father of all the Gods, representing balance, harmony, unity and keeping watch over time and fate. As the monks espoused neutrality and purity, they were devoted more to Madeen than any of the other five, although specialized sects of monks devoted to certain gods were not unheard of.
Li visibly frowned for the first time all day. On his very first day as clan leader, one of his group had already neglected to show up, it would seem. This only seemed to affirm all the negative preconceptions Li held towards sorcerers in general. I guess I should have expected this; untrustworthy folk tend to be unreliable as well. I'll have to hunt him down later and we'll have a talk about punctuality... and perhaps reconsider his contract. It was ten past three already, and Li felt ready to call it.
"We'll be departing now. No use in waiting on the shaman any longer; maybe a spell backfired and he's turned himself into a swarm of locusts. Not unheard of where I'm from," mused Li, trying to disguise his irritation with a bit of humor. "My apologies, Mr. Klauser. Great sorcerers have a tendency to be eccentric people with... nebulous schedules," explained the Bangaa, not that he'd ever known any great sorcerers in his time. Bartz, Cici and Chapel made their way over to the back of the wagon to rejoin the others.
"No worries, friend. This lot seems to be quite enough to handle a couple of brigands on their own. One less adventurer to pay, I suppose. The ranch has seen better days, but I've enough to compensate you all, don't worry," he assured the group, nervously. It would be ill-advised to leave this group of somewhat imposing warriors uncompensated, after all. Surely this man could pay them... right? Li had his doubts, but the old man seemed kind enough. There was a certain warmth and genuineness about him that made him easy to trust.
"If you haven't met him yet, this is Mr. Klauser. He'll be our first client; he owns a Chocobo Ranch about an hour or two east of here on the plains outside the western edge of Lutia Pass, but he's recently been having trouble with Chocobo rustlers and his business has been hurting because of it. He hasn't yet been able to determine exactly who the culprits are, but considering there are two known bandit clans that operate in the pass, Mr. Klauser doesn't think we'll have to look very hard," continued Li. "I'll explain more on the way. Everyone into the wagon, if you please," he requested earnestly, gesturing towards the rickety old cart.
"Be mindful of splinters! I mostly use this old thing to carry bags of feed and hay so it's not exactly a luxury carriage," warned the rancher, slowly but surely climbing into his seat at the front of the wagon and taking the reigns in hand. Li helped his new companions up and into the wagon (if they needed it; he dared not offer any help to Chapel, for the monk seemed to be the kind of rugged man who would do such things on his own) before taking his seat in the back.
With a quick snap of the reigns, they were off on their way, leaving the gates of Cyril behind them. Even so, the high towers of Castle Cyril loomed on in the distance, flying the red and black banners of Lord Ingus of Sasune, Duke of Cyril and shrewd military tactician. Under Ingus' rule, the countryside surrounding Cyril had been considered among the safest places in all of Ivalice due to the diligent patrols of Cyrilian troops. However, ever since a magistrate from Bervenia, Chancellor Hein, was appointed as the Grand Vizier of Cyril, Ingus was reduced to nothing more than a political figurehead, powerless to help his people. This forced appointment of Bervenian Chancellors was one of many unpopular decisions made by Matoya in order to centralize the power in Mewt's kingdom.
The towers eventually vanished from sight too, and the countryside rolled out before them. There didn't seem to be any monsters in sight for the moment, but remembering how dicey his journey into Cyril had been left Li with very little hope that the whole journey would be so pleasant. He endeavored to continue on with his explanation before things got too hectic.
"I did a bit of asking around about these two bandit clans we might run into, the Red Arrows and the Hawks. Fortunately they're pretty unremarkable groups, and both seem to have fallen on hard times. With less travelers coming through Lutia Pass and more monsters showing up every day, it's becoming less and less profitable and more and more dangerous to work out there. Much of the clan members have deserted in search of better paying work, which has been forcing the unlucky saps who've remained loyal to branch out and start rustling Chocobos and raiding settlements to make ends meet," explained Li.
"Mr. Klauser's ranch was first attacked two months ago and the rustlers have struck nearly every week since then, usually in the dead of night but sometimes very early in the morning. Last week, one of Mr. Klauser's stablekeepers was killed during a raid, and a precious heirloom was stolen from his home; a necklace bearing a golden Chocobo feather," he continued. "After the raid, a message was left for Mr. Klauser, the first time the rustlers have attempted any communication. The note instructed Mr. Klauser to pack up all his possessions and leave the ranch, taking his family and laborers with him, or else the bandits would return with a larger raiding party next week and hit them even harder," he noted, taking the small piece of parchment out of his pocket to read the note firsthand. "They still didn't sign the note though, so we don't know which of the two clans to pursue at this point, although I'm fairly confident it has to be one of the two," supposed Li, casually tossing the note into the center of the wagon in case anyone wanted to read it.
"Specifically, our job is to defend against this potential raid and prevent any more Chocobo from being stolen. If possible or necessary, we will also be rewarded for capturing or dispatching any bandits we come across, once we determine who the culprits are, of course. Should we come across it, Mr. Klauser has also promised an extra reward for anyone who recovers his Chocobo feather necklace intact," he finished. "Our contract lasts until the bandit threat is sufficiently neutralized, and we will be paid according to the time our services remain necessary," he finished. Li didn't think he'd left anything out. Being a leader is so much talking. Once I get a squire he'll handle all the briefing and explanation and I'll stick to making jokes and cool macho manly man remarks.
Li heaved a sigh of relief. That wasn't so bad.
"Anyway, I thought it would be nice to hear a little more about you guys. I've spoken with all of you individually when I recruited you, sure, but I feel like you guys don't really know each other that well. I bet you've all got interesting stories. I don't need a complete autobiography or anything of that sort. Share as much as you feel like. Hopes and dreams? Special talents? Weird snake companions? Just say a bit more, I guess. Oh, and if you've got any questions about the job or our contract, feel free to ask," he added, leaning back to get a little more comfortable. Perhaps he was coming on a little too strong with the team-building song and dance, but he really felt as if he was sitting in a wagon with a bunch of people he hardly knew, and that didn't seem like a good idea if he was about to fight alongside these other stray adventurers.
Just as there were five races in Ivalice, there were five main gods in the Ivalician religion: Phoenix, god of the Humes; Ifrit, god of the Bangaa; Shiva, goddess of the Viera; Ramuh, god of the Nu Mou; and Carbuncle, god of the Moogle. Madeen was seen as the father of all the Gods, representing balance, harmony, unity and keeping watch over time and fate. As the monks espoused neutrality and purity, they were devoted more to Madeen than any of the other five, although specialized sects of monks devoted to certain gods were not unheard of.
Li visibly frowned for the first time all day. On his very first day as clan leader, one of his group had already neglected to show up, it would seem. This only seemed to affirm all the negative preconceptions Li held towards sorcerers in general. I guess I should have expected this; untrustworthy folk tend to be unreliable as well. I'll have to hunt him down later and we'll have a talk about punctuality... and perhaps reconsider his contract. It was ten past three already, and Li felt ready to call it.
"We'll be departing now. No use in waiting on the shaman any longer; maybe a spell backfired and he's turned himself into a swarm of locusts. Not unheard of where I'm from," mused Li, trying to disguise his irritation with a bit of humor. "My apologies, Mr. Klauser. Great sorcerers have a tendency to be eccentric people with... nebulous schedules," explained the Bangaa, not that he'd ever known any great sorcerers in his time. Bartz, Cici and Chapel made their way over to the back of the wagon to rejoin the others.
"No worries, friend. This lot seems to be quite enough to handle a couple of brigands on their own. One less adventurer to pay, I suppose. The ranch has seen better days, but I've enough to compensate you all, don't worry," he assured the group, nervously. It would be ill-advised to leave this group of somewhat imposing warriors uncompensated, after all. Surely this man could pay them... right? Li had his doubts, but the old man seemed kind enough. There was a certain warmth and genuineness about him that made him easy to trust.
"If you haven't met him yet, this is Mr. Klauser. He'll be our first client; he owns a Chocobo Ranch about an hour or two east of here on the plains outside the western edge of Lutia Pass, but he's recently been having trouble with Chocobo rustlers and his business has been hurting because of it. He hasn't yet been able to determine exactly who the culprits are, but considering there are two known bandit clans that operate in the pass, Mr. Klauser doesn't think we'll have to look very hard," continued Li. "I'll explain more on the way. Everyone into the wagon, if you please," he requested earnestly, gesturing towards the rickety old cart.
"Be mindful of splinters! I mostly use this old thing to carry bags of feed and hay so it's not exactly a luxury carriage," warned the rancher, slowly but surely climbing into his seat at the front of the wagon and taking the reigns in hand. Li helped his new companions up and into the wagon (if they needed it; he dared not offer any help to Chapel, for the monk seemed to be the kind of rugged man who would do such things on his own) before taking his seat in the back.
With a quick snap of the reigns, they were off on their way, leaving the gates of Cyril behind them. Even so, the high towers of Castle Cyril loomed on in the distance, flying the red and black banners of Lord Ingus of Sasune, Duke of Cyril and shrewd military tactician. Under Ingus' rule, the countryside surrounding Cyril had been considered among the safest places in all of Ivalice due to the diligent patrols of Cyrilian troops. However, ever since a magistrate from Bervenia, Chancellor Hein, was appointed as the Grand Vizier of Cyril, Ingus was reduced to nothing more than a political figurehead, powerless to help his people. This forced appointment of Bervenian Chancellors was one of many unpopular decisions made by Matoya in order to centralize the power in Mewt's kingdom.
The towers eventually vanished from sight too, and the countryside rolled out before them. There didn't seem to be any monsters in sight for the moment, but remembering how dicey his journey into Cyril had been left Li with very little hope that the whole journey would be so pleasant. He endeavored to continue on with his explanation before things got too hectic.
"I did a bit of asking around about these two bandit clans we might run into, the Red Arrows and the Hawks. Fortunately they're pretty unremarkable groups, and both seem to have fallen on hard times. With less travelers coming through Lutia Pass and more monsters showing up every day, it's becoming less and less profitable and more and more dangerous to work out there. Much of the clan members have deserted in search of better paying work, which has been forcing the unlucky saps who've remained loyal to branch out and start rustling Chocobos and raiding settlements to make ends meet," explained Li.
"Mr. Klauser's ranch was first attacked two months ago and the rustlers have struck nearly every week since then, usually in the dead of night but sometimes very early in the morning. Last week, one of Mr. Klauser's stablekeepers was killed during a raid, and a precious heirloom was stolen from his home; a necklace bearing a golden Chocobo feather," he continued. "After the raid, a message was left for Mr. Klauser, the first time the rustlers have attempted any communication. The note instructed Mr. Klauser to pack up all his possessions and leave the ranch, taking his family and laborers with him, or else the bandits would return with a larger raiding party next week and hit them even harder," he noted, taking the small piece of parchment out of his pocket to read the note firsthand. "They still didn't sign the note though, so we don't know which of the two clans to pursue at this point, although I'm fairly confident it has to be one of the two," supposed Li, casually tossing the note into the center of the wagon in case anyone wanted to read it.
"Specifically, our job is to defend against this potential raid and prevent any more Chocobo from being stolen. If possible or necessary, we will also be rewarded for capturing or dispatching any bandits we come across, once we determine who the culprits are, of course. Should we come across it, Mr. Klauser has also promised an extra reward for anyone who recovers his Chocobo feather necklace intact," he finished. "Our contract lasts until the bandit threat is sufficiently neutralized, and we will be paid according to the time our services remain necessary," he finished. Li didn't think he'd left anything out. Being a leader is so much talking. Once I get a squire he'll handle all the briefing and explanation and I'll stick to making jokes and cool macho manly man remarks.
Li heaved a sigh of relief. That wasn't so bad.
"Anyway, I thought it would be nice to hear a little more about you guys. I've spoken with all of you individually when I recruited you, sure, but I feel like you guys don't really know each other that well. I bet you've all got interesting stories. I don't need a complete autobiography or anything of that sort. Share as much as you feel like. Hopes and dreams? Special talents? Weird snake companions? Just say a bit more, I guess. Oh, and if you've got any questions about the job or our contract, feel free to ask," he added, leaning back to get a little more comfortable. Perhaps he was coming on a little too strong with the team-building song and dance, but he really felt as if he was sitting in a wagon with a bunch of people he hardly knew, and that didn't seem like a good idea if he was about to fight alongside these other stray adventurers.
I'm good with us moving on.
I trust Dave. I'm moving on.
Well alright, sorry to hear that.
I'll go ahead and start us off unless anyone wants to get a post in on this rotation. Expect a post tomorrow.
I'll go ahead and start us off unless anyone wants to get a post in on this rotation. Expect a post tomorrow.
@Izaka Sazaka You're killing me here, smalls. Killing me! If you need to sit out the first mission that's fine but please let me know what the deal is either way. We're all quite ready to get started, I think.
I'm still here and I'll try to get something up tomorrow.
:x
So apparently we're all doing this colored text for dialogue thing. I'm not going to let myself fall behind and be less cool.
I'm still hip! I know what the kids are into.
I'm still hip! I know what the kids are into.
The rest of the crew was trickling in now, and with each new arrival Li seemed to care less and less about his "distant leader" guise; how strange and validating it felt, having people report to you. Not just people, but warriors! Adventurers! Surely this lot had been on a dozen adventures each already, and here they were, calling him leader, greeting him with respect. This adventuring thing isn't too hard. I bet I'll have my own squire within a month. I don't really know why I would need a squire, but I'm sure I'll find something for him to do. Perhaps he was getting ahead of himself. There would be plenty of time for daydreaming during the wagon ride.
The first to arrive after the Viera was the moogle. I would describe him as a master of "unauthorized acquisitions." Li had no qualms associating with known thieves, and was glad to have one on the team. He cared little for the law out in his remote river town; the Ivalician courts never dabbled in the affairs of the tribal fishermen and both groups seemed to have no problems with that arrangement, even before the government became corrupt and ineffective. Tribal councils were no more lenient, however; the penalty for thievery was losing a hand, so most of the thieves Li knew were good enough to avoid getting caught and ending their careers. He knew they had great stories, at least.
As the son of a dastardly pirate, he wasn't in much of a position to judge anyone. The thought of a little moogle running around snapping necks and mugging townsfolk in the alleyways did make him chuckle a bit, at least internally. Growing up in a backwoods fishing town with a bunch of yokels had saddled Li with a great number of prejudices, unfortunately, but he was making an effort to broaden his horizons in more ways than one now that he considered himself a full-fledged adventurer. Resisting the urge to say "But I thought all that the moogle were good for was making magic trinkets and building airships" upon recruiting Moguri was part of this effort. This young cutpurse seemed to have all ten of his stubby fingers left, so he must be competent, at the very least. "Moguri here! It's a pleasure to see you again, kupo!"
If Li wasn't a cold blooded reptile-man, he would have blushed just the slightest bit. It's a pleasure to see me again? Me? Aww shucks. And they actually do that 'kupo' thing, huh. I thought that was just like an exaggeration or whatever. At least I don't have any weird speech problems. "Sssssssssssalutationsssssssss, friend. You look quite ready for an adventure," he noted, looking the moogle over. "That's a fine cloak you've got. Looks very...thiefish. That's a word, right? Surely," mused Li, thinking aloud. "We'll be dealing with Chocobo rustlers on this job. Are you familiar with the business? Any chance we'll run into old associates of yours?"
The monk had arrived now, and Li responded with a quick nod and a muttered "greetings" before returning his attention to the moogle thief. Monks had always been respected among the Bangaa and Li was no exception; he himself had been considered for joining the clergy as a young boy, but he was deemed unfit to commune with the gods on account of his low birth, not that he particularly wanted a life of chastity, worship, and toil. He did envy their strength and piety; Li had never spoken to a god nor torn a man in half with his bare hands, so I guess Monks 2, Li 0 for now. Soon! The thought of a human monk did make him a bit curious though; perhaps he was a different kind of monk? Does he converse with other gods? How can humans speak to Bangaa gods? Strange. At the very least he could probably be trusted if he was anything like most pious men.
The Nu Mou wasn't far behind, arriving to the sound of the clock tower bells. "Hey guys!" She was exactly on time, but the conjurer of demons and hellfire had yet to arrive. Perhaps he had lost track of time performing experiments in his magical laboratory; Li recalled an old myth around his village of a shaman who would snatch up children who ventured too far from home, then take them back to his lair where he would rend their souls from their body and imprison them inside forest animals. Whether or not Li was aware that this was only a tale the village elder had spread to stop the children from wandering out at night seemed to be in question, but one could be certain that this myth and all the others he'd grown up with were certainly affecting the way Li thought of the strange magister that had deigned to join Li's clan of adventurers.
"I guess we're just about ready to go, so what's the plan cap'n?" she asked. Li swooned internally. Cap'n? OOooooooh, if only my dad could see me now. Father and son, both captains of a legendary crew. One day I'll be a household name too, I'm sure of it. Something of an overly smug grin spread over Li's face, but with Bangaa it was always hard to tell; their reptilian features made them all look like smug snakes, to a certain extent. Speaking of snakes, Li was surprised that one could sleep so soundly in broad daylight. The serpents Li had grown up with were all feral watersnakes, dreadful creatures and a bad omen to the more superstitious folk. This one seemed well-behaved, though. The Nu Mou really did appear to be good with beasts. Li was certain she would prove useful in light of the recent problem with monsters plaguing the countryside.
"The plan was to set off at three, but we're short one such weaver of chaos, it would seem," sighed Li. He couldn't appear to be too bothered with the mage's tardiness, as that would make him seem too harsh and strict. But he couldn't let it go unmentioned either; surely they'd think him soft and doubt his authority. Any reasonable person would note that deliberating over how to respond to a man being a minute or two late is clearly overthinking things, but Li, a fledgling leader still savoring his first taste of power wasn't what most would consider reasonable. He figured it would be best to make a joke about it. That would be endearing, right?
"If a man can call lightning down from the heavens and summon fire from hell itself, you'd think he might be able to craft himself a way of telling the time. Why not just teleport here in a cloud of smoke and brimstone? Why not just raise a dragon made of bone and curses and fly in at your leisure?" he wondered aloud. "Perhaps we mere mortals can teach him a thing or two about punctuality. Apparently it's not something you can learn from a dusty old tome." Maybe that was too mean? I don't want them to think I'm petty...
Meanwhile, Mr. Klauser greeted the monk with a hearty smile and a hello, accepting Chapel's handshake absentmindedly, forgetting that he'd just specifically refused a handshake because he had Chocobo spit all over his hands. As such a rather unsettling squishing noise resulted from their shake, and a considerable "moistness" was imparted to the monk's palm. "Oh, a thousand apologies, sir! I've just finished feeding my friend Boko here," explained the old rancher, mortified. "Sorry, you'll have to excuse this old fool's clumsiness; I used to be like you lot, adventuring around and such. Boko and I were quite the team... oh! Terribly sorry! My name is Bartz Klauser. You'll have to pardon my rudeness a second time, sir," he added, sheepishly. The fact that Chapel was a very tall and muscular MEAT STACK of a Hume made the old rancher nervous to meet his gaze, despite the monk's generally gentle nature. While looking down at the floor, Bartz noticed Chapel had no weapons on his belt.
"You seem to have forgotten your weapons there, sir. The road could get nasty on our journey; there are many bandits in these parts. Perhaps one of your companions brought an extra blade for you?" he queried, a little concerned. Chapel wore no symbols to indicate his monkhood, and it would seem to the average commoner that he appeared indistinguishable from your typical warrior type.
The first to arrive after the Viera was the moogle. I would describe him as a master of "unauthorized acquisitions." Li had no qualms associating with known thieves, and was glad to have one on the team. He cared little for the law out in his remote river town; the Ivalician courts never dabbled in the affairs of the tribal fishermen and both groups seemed to have no problems with that arrangement, even before the government became corrupt and ineffective. Tribal councils were no more lenient, however; the penalty for thievery was losing a hand, so most of the thieves Li knew were good enough to avoid getting caught and ending their careers. He knew they had great stories, at least.
As the son of a dastardly pirate, he wasn't in much of a position to judge anyone. The thought of a little moogle running around snapping necks and mugging townsfolk in the alleyways did make him chuckle a bit, at least internally. Growing up in a backwoods fishing town with a bunch of yokels had saddled Li with a great number of prejudices, unfortunately, but he was making an effort to broaden his horizons in more ways than one now that he considered himself a full-fledged adventurer. Resisting the urge to say "But I thought all that the moogle were good for was making magic trinkets and building airships" upon recruiting Moguri was part of this effort. This young cutpurse seemed to have all ten of his stubby fingers left, so he must be competent, at the very least. "Moguri here! It's a pleasure to see you again, kupo!"
If Li wasn't a cold blooded reptile-man, he would have blushed just the slightest bit. It's a pleasure to see me again? Me? Aww shucks. And they actually do that 'kupo' thing, huh. I thought that was just like an exaggeration or whatever. At least I don't have any weird speech problems. "Sssssssssssalutationsssssssss, friend. You look quite ready for an adventure," he noted, looking the moogle over. "That's a fine cloak you've got. Looks very...thiefish. That's a word, right? Surely," mused Li, thinking aloud. "We'll be dealing with Chocobo rustlers on this job. Are you familiar with the business? Any chance we'll run into old associates of yours?"
The monk had arrived now, and Li responded with a quick nod and a muttered "greetings" before returning his attention to the moogle thief. Monks had always been respected among the Bangaa and Li was no exception; he himself had been considered for joining the clergy as a young boy, but he was deemed unfit to commune with the gods on account of his low birth, not that he particularly wanted a life of chastity, worship, and toil. He did envy their strength and piety; Li had never spoken to a god nor torn a man in half with his bare hands, so I guess Monks 2, Li 0 for now. Soon! The thought of a human monk did make him a bit curious though; perhaps he was a different kind of monk? Does he converse with other gods? How can humans speak to Bangaa gods? Strange. At the very least he could probably be trusted if he was anything like most pious men.
The Nu Mou wasn't far behind, arriving to the sound of the clock tower bells. "Hey guys!" She was exactly on time, but the conjurer of demons and hellfire had yet to arrive. Perhaps he had lost track of time performing experiments in his magical laboratory; Li recalled an old myth around his village of a shaman who would snatch up children who ventured too far from home, then take them back to his lair where he would rend their souls from their body and imprison them inside forest animals. Whether or not Li was aware that this was only a tale the village elder had spread to stop the children from wandering out at night seemed to be in question, but one could be certain that this myth and all the others he'd grown up with were certainly affecting the way Li thought of the strange magister that had deigned to join Li's clan of adventurers.
"I guess we're just about ready to go, so what's the plan cap'n?" she asked. Li swooned internally. Cap'n? OOooooooh, if only my dad could see me now. Father and son, both captains of a legendary crew. One day I'll be a household name too, I'm sure of it. Something of an overly smug grin spread over Li's face, but with Bangaa it was always hard to tell; their reptilian features made them all look like smug snakes, to a certain extent. Speaking of snakes, Li was surprised that one could sleep so soundly in broad daylight. The serpents Li had grown up with were all feral watersnakes, dreadful creatures and a bad omen to the more superstitious folk. This one seemed well-behaved, though. The Nu Mou really did appear to be good with beasts. Li was certain she would prove useful in light of the recent problem with monsters plaguing the countryside.
"The plan was to set off at three, but we're short one such weaver of chaos, it would seem," sighed Li. He couldn't appear to be too bothered with the mage's tardiness, as that would make him seem too harsh and strict. But he couldn't let it go unmentioned either; surely they'd think him soft and doubt his authority. Any reasonable person would note that deliberating over how to respond to a man being a minute or two late is clearly overthinking things, but Li, a fledgling leader still savoring his first taste of power wasn't what most would consider reasonable. He figured it would be best to make a joke about it. That would be endearing, right?
"If a man can call lightning down from the heavens and summon fire from hell itself, you'd think he might be able to craft himself a way of telling the time. Why not just teleport here in a cloud of smoke and brimstone? Why not just raise a dragon made of bone and curses and fly in at your leisure?" he wondered aloud. "Perhaps we mere mortals can teach him a thing or two about punctuality. Apparently it's not something you can learn from a dusty old tome." Maybe that was too mean? I don't want them to think I'm petty...
Meanwhile, Mr. Klauser greeted the monk with a hearty smile and a hello, accepting Chapel's handshake absentmindedly, forgetting that he'd just specifically refused a handshake because he had Chocobo spit all over his hands. As such a rather unsettling squishing noise resulted from their shake, and a considerable "moistness" was imparted to the monk's palm. "Oh, a thousand apologies, sir! I've just finished feeding my friend Boko here," explained the old rancher, mortified. "Sorry, you'll have to excuse this old fool's clumsiness; I used to be like you lot, adventuring around and such. Boko and I were quite the team... oh! Terribly sorry! My name is Bartz Klauser. You'll have to pardon my rudeness a second time, sir," he added, sheepishly. The fact that Chapel was a very tall and muscular MEAT STACK of a Hume made the old rancher nervous to meet his gaze, despite the monk's generally gentle nature. While looking down at the floor, Bartz noticed Chapel had no weapons on his belt.
"You seem to have forgotten your weapons there, sir. The road could get nasty on our journey; there are many bandits in these parts. Perhaps one of your companions brought an extra blade for you?" he queried, a little concerned. Chapel wore no symbols to indicate his monkhood, and it would seem to the average commoner that he appeared indistinguishable from your typical warrior type.
hey it's no big deal bro i mean like hey don't even worry about it bro it's no big deal man do it whenever you get a chance y'know like whatever
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