Altair walked away from the workshop with a rather favorable impression of the boy. Businesslike, controlled: he was everything Altair wanted in his merchants. He obviously had something against nobles, but who didn't? And to be fair, Altair had been baiting him. Luckily, he'd passed with flying colors, and Altair couldn't wait to get home and try these locks.
He did wait a moment before answering Ari's question about mode of transport. Altair traveled by chocobo often because Coco was something of a pet; that didn't mean he was eager to ride whatever mite-ridden curs they happened to have down here at the Commoners District stables. "The crystal should be fine," he said. He didn't love the feeling of traveling by transport crystal. They felt rather like they moved his entire body at once, but left his stomach. Still, he knew Ari was pressed for time, and he could always catch a nice, leisurely hovercab ride back once he left Ari.