OUTSIDE LINDBLUM EXPRESS COMPANY (Aerodome) - 12:00PM.
Arabella was on her way to the Rising Sun to deal with some paperwork when she spotted the elderly man shuffling through the crowd. She unconsciously halted her in tracks, eyes drawn to a man she wouldn’t have given a second glance to under normal circumstances. Unfamiliar faces weren’t uncommon in the Aerodome, what with so many travelers coming and going, but there was something familiar about the man. And yet she would be willing to swear up and down that she’d never met him in her life.
The corsair carefully watched the old man as she approached, trying to take in as many details as she could. There was something curious about him. Up in age, lower class: he could be looking for transport, perhaps, or here to visit a relative or friend. If the man didn’t have a particular captain or airship in mind, then perhaps she could poach him. At the very least, she could at least help him get to his destination—simply watching him inch through the crowd was exhausting.
“Hello, sir!” She had her ‘professional’ voice on—bright, respectful, eager to please a potential customer. Her mouth curled into a small, polite smile. “Captain Arabella Alaire. You look like a man that could use some assistance.”