Emillion Mods (emillionmods) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-09-10 20:08:00 |
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This was beginning to seem harder than he'd anticipated. Surely, it had to be in Bahamut still, the old man couldn't have gotten that far away with it before the hall caught fire. The monk knew if he simply searched long enough, it would have to turn up, but he had to be careful. While using the paperwork as an excuse made things simple enough for now, it wouldn't remain that way forever. He needed to find what he'd come looking for, and he had to find it now. Yet, when asked how he was - some people still seemed to remember him from his years before - he would answer as honestly as he could. Which was complicated without giving more of a greater story away. It was distracting though, keeping up this face when there were things of such dire importance on the line as what faced them all now. The librarian was a hard one to find, and then even harder to track. However, listening around to the gossips, and then dropping a little bit of gil to loosen lips and memories made things that much easier. The knight pulled his cloak closer over his chest, covering the armor he wore. He needed to remain - for all intensive purposes - just another face in the crowd. No one should see his armor. His hair was dyed a shade that matched the masses, his tongue held as much as he could, but the faint Kerownian accent would not be completely out of place in a port city like this. The mission was simple at this point, and with the woman's description - along with her obvious limp - she wasn't hard to find. For now, all he had to do was watch. |