Post by darinder on Aug 7, 2013 0:32:02 GMT -5
A young man, notable mostly for still being dusty from walking the open road, wanders the streets of Suzail. He eyes the sign above the entry to each shop until he finally espies the jeweller.
Nervously, he enters and speaks quietly (and very politely) with the lady proprietor.
When he exits again, his expression is one of disappointment and frustration. But he pauses for several moments, his eyes distant. Then, he slaps one fist into his open palm before walking off - now looking determined.
Nervously, he enters and speaks quietly (and very politely) with the lady proprietor.
When he exits again, his expression is one of disappointment and frustration. But he pauses for several moments, his eyes distant. Then, he slaps one fist into his open palm before walking off - now looking determined.