(FFXIV Chat RP Log) A Business Opportunity {Tali, Nola}
Feb 20, 2017 7:14:50 GMT -5
Post by Talian Ostrider on Feb 20, 2017 7:14:50 GMT -5
(Talian Ostrider) It was a slow evening in Ul’dah, businesses were closing, people were starting to head home from work, and the Brass Blades and the Flames were making their rounds through the city. Inside the Quicksand was more of the same. A few patrons here or there were sipping on their drink of choice, while others chatted with their friends. This was far from the Quicksand’s normal clientele, today had been very slow, not that Momodi would complain, she needed a little bit of a break.>>>
(Talian Ostrider) It was in the center of the Quicksand where Talian found himself currently, regaling a young female Miqo’te and Roegadyn a grand story of a time a slayed a vicious beast. This was a normal pastime for Talian, he had spent many a night in a young girls inn room in this very establishment thanks to his honeyed words. He sipped on his mead as he spoke. >>>
(Talian Ostrider) "And it was around that time, that I struck the beast in its throat with my lance, riding it down to the ground as it fell from the sky!” He exclaimed to the young girls as it was met with their returning ‘uuuhhhsss’ and ‘aaahhhsss’. This was going well, Talian would probably have a guest of two to spend the evening with tonight. -d-
(Nola Raknea) Nola's ears twitched as the soft thrum of conversations and laughter greeted her upon entering the Quicksand. Heterochromatic eyes scanned the few patrons scattered about, taking note of height, attire and perhaps the presence of a weapon. No, today she was not here for her typical greeting to Momodi as she passed through on her way to the Sapphire Avenue Exchange. She wouldn't be able to find what she was looking for there. >>>
(Nola Raknea) Over the past months in the apothecary she had tried ahriman wings, drake scales, and heliodor of the high quality and smoothness. Yet none of them were able to cure the acute stomach pain caused by her latest attempt to create a stronger and more efficient ether. However, as G'sahyra, a hired assistant, pointed out, perhaps it was not that the mind could not take it but the body. >>>
(Nola Raknea) Which led to her current purpose for scouring the Quicksand patrons at such an hour. Pudding Flesh. Used typically in hi-caliber potions of vitality, the healer had hoped that flesh of the disgusting creatures might be able to shield her from the harsh side effects of her new ether. She smiled cordially to the Lalafellin woman she'd come to be well-acquainted with. "Good evening, Miss Momodi." -d-
(Talian Ostrider) “Good Evenin’ Nola!” Momodi said looking up at Nola from the glass she had been cleaning. “Just passing through like normal, or can I get something? Some ale maybe?” Momodi put down the glass, and with a smile, looked very eager to serve her Miqo’te friend. >>>
(Talian Ostrider) Across the bar, Talian continued to work his magic on the young ladies at the table, luckily Momodi, knowing Talian so well, had one of the Barwenches constantly going over to refill his mug. Momodi knew how Talian worked, and she was probably one of the best wingmen a man could get. -d-
(Nola Raknea) Nola shook her head, Momodi was one of the few people she could mean what she said to. Who could ever feel ire towards the sweet proprietor? "Thank you, but I won't be staying too long to hamper you." Minding the odd character next to her that had clearly gone too deep into his cup, Nola stepped up to the counter. "Actually, I was hoping I could ask for your advice on where I could locate a certain hunter." >>>
(Nola Raknea) The miqo'te explained her latest target to Momodi briefly, not wanting to waste time on the details of her recent studies. "I couldn't help but overhear that he may be in Ul'dah and I'd like to speak with him about some possible dealings.">>>
(Nola Raknea) The drunk man beside her swayed, his shoulder just brushing her before his stupor seemed to break again and he righted himself once more, mumbling what may have been an slurred apology or a pugnacious grunt. She shifted away, granting the man a brief glance of pure disdain before her expression righted itself once more. -d-
(Talian Ostrider) Momodi kept her smile the entire time Nola spoke. “A hunter you say?” She inquired, “There be a few that pass through here regularly, but judging by that description you gave me, it sounds like you’re looking for ole Talian. If so, you’re in luck, he’s here now. That be him o’er there!” Momodi stretched her arm out to point past Nola, towards where Talian was sitting with the two young females. “The one flirtin’ with the two gals there.”>>>
(Talian Ostrider) Mimodi verified, “That be him. Careful with that man. I love him to death, but I like you as well, Talian has quite the way with words. He is a good man, with a good heart, but I’ve seen him take many people, both man and woman, back to his room many a night. That being said, he will probably bend over backwards for you for just the same reason, so if you need something hunt, he will most likely be your best bet.”>>>
(Talian Ostrider) Momodi smiled at Nola as see picked her glass back up and started wiping it down again. Her words had a certain fondness to them, regardless that she was just warning her about Talian, she clearly thought strongly of him. -d-
(Nola Raknea) Nola nodded, clearly more than pleased with the answer Momodi had given her. Glancing over her shoulder, she studied Talian discreetly. Indeed, he was chatting up two miqo'te women as Momodi said and she did her best to hold back a grimace. It wasn't that she was opposed to interrupting, she typically prioritized her own agenda, however Momodi's warning seemed to imply this would not go as "strictly business" as she might have wanted. >>>
(Nola Raknea) "I...see." Nola mused as she decided on her plan on confrontation, offering Momodi another rare genuine smile. Neither mocking nor condescending. None of her typical mask that she always navigated society with, even in her village she had to keep her guard raised. "I'll take your forewarning to heart, Miss Momodi, thank you." She dipped her head lightly to the Lalafellin woman and excused herself from the counter. >>>
(Nola Raknea) Talian was the name of the hunter, Nola noted to herself once more. It wouldn't do to make the mistake of calling the wrong name. She took the step onto the center table deck, approaching the hunter and his...fans at the table. "Pardon my intrusion, but I'm looking to speak with Talian." Nola looked directly at Talian, making no mistake of who exactly she was addressing.>>>
(Nola Raknea) -d-
(Nola Raknea) ((oop mistake earlier in the post, "miqo'te women" -> "two women"))
(Talian Ostrider) ((Not a problem ^_^))
(Talian Ostrider) “Have I told you young desert flowers yet of the time that I went one on one with the Primal, Odin, himself? Well, you see, there I was traveling through the Black Shroud when…” Talian was just starting up another story for the clearly entranced females at his table, when he was cut off by being addressed by someone approaching from the side. He turned his head to see who it was addressing him, revealing the eyepatch that covered his left eye.>>>
(Talian Ostrider) His right one however glew in the lantern light with a calm intensity, the emerald eye focusing on the newcomer. His face was handsome, save for a few scars here or there, but those only acted to add more character to his frame. He stroked his thin black beard as he surveyed the newcomer. Another young Miqo’te female, very nice looking thing, had a bit of a dark look to her, but that only made her a bit more exotic to Talian. He stood quickly, before bowing to this girl.>>>
(Talian Ostrider) “Ah yes! Talian Alexander Ostrider is my name indeed.” He said to her in a very elegant way before turning back to females at the table, “See girls! I told you my reputation preceded me.” He then turned back to the newcomer, “Well if you’re here to listen in to my tales of wonder and heroism, then pray allow me to pull you up a chair, I was actually starting a new tale just now.”>>>
(Talian Ostrider) Talian quickly dashed over to the nearest table and grabbed a chair, and put it just to right of his own chair, and motioned for the newcomer to take a seat. -d-
(Nola Raknea) "Yes, I made an inquiry with Momod--" Nola had scarcely begun to explain her proposition when the hunter sprang from his seat. From his voice and language, Nola begrudgingly conceded that this man did not have the crude demeanor she expected from many of the other hunters. Indeed, the little birdie she heard that morning would have laid golden eggs, if her first impression of the man said anything about the rest of him. >>>
(Nola Raknea) But however charmed by his initiative, Nola caught herself being swept along in the current. She cleared her throat has she sat in the proffered seat, hoping to break the flow of conversation. "Thank you, but rather than wondrous tales, I'd like to hire your services as a hunter." She spoke professionally, not allowing an ounce of developing exasperation show. -d-
(Talian Ostrider) Talian took his seat as the newcomer took hers. Many things could be said about Talian Ostrider, but that he was impolite or rude was not one of those things. He carried himself with a bit of grace mixed with a dash of chivalry. As he took his seat, the young Miqo’te spoke up. She needed to hire a hunter. Blast, this was definitely not going the direction he had wanted, but work was work. He listened to her opening statement before turning to the other two companions at the table>>>
(Talian Ostrider) , “Pray forgive me ladies, but could you give us a brief respite? I need to speak with this young lady about business, it seems.” He pleaded with them. At this the two young girls sighed a bit and stood from their chairs, and they then both walked over to the other side of the bar. Talian smiled as they left, but as soon as they were gone, his face got serious.>>>
(Talian Ostrider) He turned back to the newcomer, got bit more settled in his chair, and spoke once more. However, this time when he spoke, his voice had lost a bit of it’s elegance it had only moments before. “So, you need me to hunt something, huh? What seems to be my quarry, miss….” His words dragged off, clearly waiting for this newcomer to give a name. -d-
(Nola Raknea) Nola's expression changed to one of slight intrigue, head tilting ever so slightly to the side at Talian's demeanor change. She resisted the smile at such a familiar trait. It would have appeared that she was not the only one at this table who wore a mask. >>>
(Nola Raknea) "L-- Nola will suffice." She had long dropped her tribe prefix, yet four years after departing from her village, she still couldn't shake it off. >>>
(Nola Raknea) She smiled, pleased that they were getting into the thick of it. "I need Pudding flesh. 5 ponze of it, and in return for your trouble I will compensate you with..." She took a moment to reconsider her initial offer before continuing. "1000 gil for every high quality portion, and 300 for those below my standard.">>>
(Nola Raknea) (gdi) -d-
(Talian Ostrider) Talian scrunched his brow a bit while considering what she had to say. He stroked his thin black beard a bit while he crunched the numbers in his head. Puddings, nasty creatures, not overall to difficult to handle if you know what you’re doing, however their smell and the mess they leave behind keeps most from fooling with them. >>>
(Talian Ostrider) The most curious part of this whole thing however was this young ‘Nola’, he knew that wasn’t her full name, he had known far too many Miqo’te for that to get by him, and what did she need pudding flesh for, nevertheless five ponze of it. He ran his fingers through his hair a bit, brushing it to the side. After considering for a moment more, he spoke up, >>>
(Talian Ostrider) “I’m going to level with you, I’m not a hunter by trade, truthfully I’m a semi-retired soldier of both the Ishgard and Ul’dah armies, who has made a name for himself hunting. It is because of this however, that I feel my time is a bit more valuable than most hunters. I’ve seen and killed crazier beasts in the past five years than most hunters see in a lifetime.>>>
(Talian Ostrider) So I’ll tell you what, Twelve Hundred Gil for every high quality portion, and Five Hundred for those below standard. To be honest, I believe my time more valuable than that, but you’ve a look about you, and I’ll cut you a deal.” Talian spoke these words firmly, each word full of confidence. This was a man who knew how much his time was worth, and knew just how much he was capable of. -d-
(Nola Raknea) Nola chuckled, "You don't say..." Another one of those smiles crossed her features. "So are you asserting that your deeds are more than a minstrel's song?" She let her tone ring playful. "Twelve hundred...it sounds like you're confident in your skill to preserve the state of the flesh?" Nola leaned forward in interest, tail flicking beside her seat. "Then, how does the tune of 1250 for every piece of quality and 100 gil for all the others sound?"-d-
(Talian Ostrider) Talian let out a very loud, hearty laugh, he liked this girl, she had some spunk to her. He looked her over, there was definitely more to this young Miqo’te then she let on, and it was a bit of Talian’s curiosity about what exactly that was mixed with the challenge she had just issued him that drove him on at this point. He picked up his mug and bottomed the rest of his ale, before slamming the mug on the table.>>>
(Talian Ostrider) “Haha! I like you Nola, you remind me a bit of myself when I was your age. You know what, I’ll take that deal! How long do I have to complete the task, and where do I need to deliver it to?” He asked her, waiting for the details of the job, the money sounded great, so he wasn’t going to let this opportunity slide by. -d-
(Nola Raknea) Nola's ears angled back as they were accosted by the sudden laughter, nearly put off that this man was laughing at her proposal. But once more her assumptions were reversed and-- Ah, the magic words. This man was truly full of surprises.>>>
(Nola Raknea) "Excellent! It's a deal then." She clapped her hands together in satisfaction as if to signal the closing of a deal. "I'd like them without delay within the fortnight. I'll meet you at the Milvaneth Sacrarium at noon." Momodi had never once steered her wrong and once more her wisdom was a godsend. She stood up from her chair, "I'll be looking forward to your workmanship then, Talian Ostrider." -d-
(Talian Ostrider) It was in the center of the Quicksand where Talian found himself currently, regaling a young female Miqo’te and Roegadyn a grand story of a time a slayed a vicious beast. This was a normal pastime for Talian, he had spent many a night in a young girls inn room in this very establishment thanks to his honeyed words. He sipped on his mead as he spoke. >>>
(Talian Ostrider) "And it was around that time, that I struck the beast in its throat with my lance, riding it down to the ground as it fell from the sky!” He exclaimed to the young girls as it was met with their returning ‘uuuhhhsss’ and ‘aaahhhsss’. This was going well, Talian would probably have a guest of two to spend the evening with tonight. -d-
(Nola Raknea) Nola's ears twitched as the soft thrum of conversations and laughter greeted her upon entering the Quicksand. Heterochromatic eyes scanned the few patrons scattered about, taking note of height, attire and perhaps the presence of a weapon. No, today she was not here for her typical greeting to Momodi as she passed through on her way to the Sapphire Avenue Exchange. She wouldn't be able to find what she was looking for there. >>>
(Nola Raknea) Over the past months in the apothecary she had tried ahriman wings, drake scales, and heliodor of the high quality and smoothness. Yet none of them were able to cure the acute stomach pain caused by her latest attempt to create a stronger and more efficient ether. However, as G'sahyra, a hired assistant, pointed out, perhaps it was not that the mind could not take it but the body. >>>
(Nola Raknea) Which led to her current purpose for scouring the Quicksand patrons at such an hour. Pudding Flesh. Used typically in hi-caliber potions of vitality, the healer had hoped that flesh of the disgusting creatures might be able to shield her from the harsh side effects of her new ether. She smiled cordially to the Lalafellin woman she'd come to be well-acquainted with. "Good evening, Miss Momodi." -d-
(Talian Ostrider) “Good Evenin’ Nola!” Momodi said looking up at Nola from the glass she had been cleaning. “Just passing through like normal, or can I get something? Some ale maybe?” Momodi put down the glass, and with a smile, looked very eager to serve her Miqo’te friend. >>>
(Talian Ostrider) Across the bar, Talian continued to work his magic on the young ladies at the table, luckily Momodi, knowing Talian so well, had one of the Barwenches constantly going over to refill his mug. Momodi knew how Talian worked, and she was probably one of the best wingmen a man could get. -d-
(Nola Raknea) Nola shook her head, Momodi was one of the few people she could mean what she said to. Who could ever feel ire towards the sweet proprietor? "Thank you, but I won't be staying too long to hamper you." Minding the odd character next to her that had clearly gone too deep into his cup, Nola stepped up to the counter. "Actually, I was hoping I could ask for your advice on where I could locate a certain hunter." >>>
(Nola Raknea) The miqo'te explained her latest target to Momodi briefly, not wanting to waste time on the details of her recent studies. "I couldn't help but overhear that he may be in Ul'dah and I'd like to speak with him about some possible dealings.">>>
(Nola Raknea) The drunk man beside her swayed, his shoulder just brushing her before his stupor seemed to break again and he righted himself once more, mumbling what may have been an slurred apology or a pugnacious grunt. She shifted away, granting the man a brief glance of pure disdain before her expression righted itself once more. -d-
(Talian Ostrider) Momodi kept her smile the entire time Nola spoke. “A hunter you say?” She inquired, “There be a few that pass through here regularly, but judging by that description you gave me, it sounds like you’re looking for ole Talian. If so, you’re in luck, he’s here now. That be him o’er there!” Momodi stretched her arm out to point past Nola, towards where Talian was sitting with the two young females. “The one flirtin’ with the two gals there.”>>>
(Talian Ostrider) Mimodi verified, “That be him. Careful with that man. I love him to death, but I like you as well, Talian has quite the way with words. He is a good man, with a good heart, but I’ve seen him take many people, both man and woman, back to his room many a night. That being said, he will probably bend over backwards for you for just the same reason, so if you need something hunt, he will most likely be your best bet.”>>>
(Talian Ostrider) Momodi smiled at Nola as see picked her glass back up and started wiping it down again. Her words had a certain fondness to them, regardless that she was just warning her about Talian, she clearly thought strongly of him. -d-
(Nola Raknea) Nola nodded, clearly more than pleased with the answer Momodi had given her. Glancing over her shoulder, she studied Talian discreetly. Indeed, he was chatting up two miqo'te women as Momodi said and she did her best to hold back a grimace. It wasn't that she was opposed to interrupting, she typically prioritized her own agenda, however Momodi's warning seemed to imply this would not go as "strictly business" as she might have wanted. >>>
(Nola Raknea) "I...see." Nola mused as she decided on her plan on confrontation, offering Momodi another rare genuine smile. Neither mocking nor condescending. None of her typical mask that she always navigated society with, even in her village she had to keep her guard raised. "I'll take your forewarning to heart, Miss Momodi, thank you." She dipped her head lightly to the Lalafellin woman and excused herself from the counter. >>>
(Nola Raknea) Talian was the name of the hunter, Nola noted to herself once more. It wouldn't do to make the mistake of calling the wrong name. She took the step onto the center table deck, approaching the hunter and his...fans at the table. "Pardon my intrusion, but I'm looking to speak with Talian." Nola looked directly at Talian, making no mistake of who exactly she was addressing.>>>
(Nola Raknea) -d-
(Nola Raknea) ((oop mistake earlier in the post, "miqo'te women" -> "two women"))
(Talian Ostrider) ((Not a problem ^_^))
(Talian Ostrider) “Have I told you young desert flowers yet of the time that I went one on one with the Primal, Odin, himself? Well, you see, there I was traveling through the Black Shroud when…” Talian was just starting up another story for the clearly entranced females at his table, when he was cut off by being addressed by someone approaching from the side. He turned his head to see who it was addressing him, revealing the eyepatch that covered his left eye.>>>
(Talian Ostrider) His right one however glew in the lantern light with a calm intensity, the emerald eye focusing on the newcomer. His face was handsome, save for a few scars here or there, but those only acted to add more character to his frame. He stroked his thin black beard as he surveyed the newcomer. Another young Miqo’te female, very nice looking thing, had a bit of a dark look to her, but that only made her a bit more exotic to Talian. He stood quickly, before bowing to this girl.>>>
(Talian Ostrider) “Ah yes! Talian Alexander Ostrider is my name indeed.” He said to her in a very elegant way before turning back to females at the table, “See girls! I told you my reputation preceded me.” He then turned back to the newcomer, “Well if you’re here to listen in to my tales of wonder and heroism, then pray allow me to pull you up a chair, I was actually starting a new tale just now.”>>>
(Talian Ostrider) Talian quickly dashed over to the nearest table and grabbed a chair, and put it just to right of his own chair, and motioned for the newcomer to take a seat. -d-
(Nola Raknea) "Yes, I made an inquiry with Momod--" Nola had scarcely begun to explain her proposition when the hunter sprang from his seat. From his voice and language, Nola begrudgingly conceded that this man did not have the crude demeanor she expected from many of the other hunters. Indeed, the little birdie she heard that morning would have laid golden eggs, if her first impression of the man said anything about the rest of him. >>>
(Nola Raknea) But however charmed by his initiative, Nola caught herself being swept along in the current. She cleared her throat has she sat in the proffered seat, hoping to break the flow of conversation. "Thank you, but rather than wondrous tales, I'd like to hire your services as a hunter." She spoke professionally, not allowing an ounce of developing exasperation show. -d-
(Talian Ostrider) Talian took his seat as the newcomer took hers. Many things could be said about Talian Ostrider, but that he was impolite or rude was not one of those things. He carried himself with a bit of grace mixed with a dash of chivalry. As he took his seat, the young Miqo’te spoke up. She needed to hire a hunter. Blast, this was definitely not going the direction he had wanted, but work was work. He listened to her opening statement before turning to the other two companions at the table>>>
(Talian Ostrider) , “Pray forgive me ladies, but could you give us a brief respite? I need to speak with this young lady about business, it seems.” He pleaded with them. At this the two young girls sighed a bit and stood from their chairs, and they then both walked over to the other side of the bar. Talian smiled as they left, but as soon as they were gone, his face got serious.>>>
(Talian Ostrider) He turned back to the newcomer, got bit more settled in his chair, and spoke once more. However, this time when he spoke, his voice had lost a bit of it’s elegance it had only moments before. “So, you need me to hunt something, huh? What seems to be my quarry, miss….” His words dragged off, clearly waiting for this newcomer to give a name. -d-
(Nola Raknea) Nola's expression changed to one of slight intrigue, head tilting ever so slightly to the side at Talian's demeanor change. She resisted the smile at such a familiar trait. It would have appeared that she was not the only one at this table who wore a mask. >>>
(Nola Raknea) "L-- Nola will suffice." She had long dropped her tribe prefix, yet four years after departing from her village, she still couldn't shake it off. >>>
(Nola Raknea) She smiled, pleased that they were getting into the thick of it. "I need Pudding flesh. 5 ponze of it, and in return for your trouble I will compensate you with..." She took a moment to reconsider her initial offer before continuing. "1000 gil for every high quality portion, and 300 for those below my standard.">>>
(Nola Raknea) (gdi) -d-
(Talian Ostrider) Talian scrunched his brow a bit while considering what she had to say. He stroked his thin black beard a bit while he crunched the numbers in his head. Puddings, nasty creatures, not overall to difficult to handle if you know what you’re doing, however their smell and the mess they leave behind keeps most from fooling with them. >>>
(Talian Ostrider) The most curious part of this whole thing however was this young ‘Nola’, he knew that wasn’t her full name, he had known far too many Miqo’te for that to get by him, and what did she need pudding flesh for, nevertheless five ponze of it. He ran his fingers through his hair a bit, brushing it to the side. After considering for a moment more, he spoke up, >>>
(Talian Ostrider) “I’m going to level with you, I’m not a hunter by trade, truthfully I’m a semi-retired soldier of both the Ishgard and Ul’dah armies, who has made a name for himself hunting. It is because of this however, that I feel my time is a bit more valuable than most hunters. I’ve seen and killed crazier beasts in the past five years than most hunters see in a lifetime.>>>
(Talian Ostrider) So I’ll tell you what, Twelve Hundred Gil for every high quality portion, and Five Hundred for those below standard. To be honest, I believe my time more valuable than that, but you’ve a look about you, and I’ll cut you a deal.” Talian spoke these words firmly, each word full of confidence. This was a man who knew how much his time was worth, and knew just how much he was capable of. -d-
(Nola Raknea) Nola chuckled, "You don't say..." Another one of those smiles crossed her features. "So are you asserting that your deeds are more than a minstrel's song?" She let her tone ring playful. "Twelve hundred...it sounds like you're confident in your skill to preserve the state of the flesh?" Nola leaned forward in interest, tail flicking beside her seat. "Then, how does the tune of 1250 for every piece of quality and 100 gil for all the others sound?"-d-
(Talian Ostrider) Talian let out a very loud, hearty laugh, he liked this girl, she had some spunk to her. He looked her over, there was definitely more to this young Miqo’te then she let on, and it was a bit of Talian’s curiosity about what exactly that was mixed with the challenge she had just issued him that drove him on at this point. He picked up his mug and bottomed the rest of his ale, before slamming the mug on the table.>>>
(Talian Ostrider) “Haha! I like you Nola, you remind me a bit of myself when I was your age. You know what, I’ll take that deal! How long do I have to complete the task, and where do I need to deliver it to?” He asked her, waiting for the details of the job, the money sounded great, so he wasn’t going to let this opportunity slide by. -d-
(Nola Raknea) Nola's ears angled back as they were accosted by the sudden laughter, nearly put off that this man was laughing at her proposal. But once more her assumptions were reversed and-- Ah, the magic words. This man was truly full of surprises.>>>
(Nola Raknea) "Excellent! It's a deal then." She clapped her hands together in satisfaction as if to signal the closing of a deal. "I'd like them without delay within the fortnight. I'll meet you at the Milvaneth Sacrarium at noon." Momodi had never once steered her wrong and once more her wisdom was a godsend. She stood up from her chair, "I'll be looking forward to your workmanship then, Talian Ostrider." -d-