One ear curiously swiveled in the direction of the boisterous woman garbed in plated ink; like twisting, gnarled roots. The viera’s posture relaxed whilst a single eye honed in on the sack of gil; her sensitive hearing picked up each clatter and jingle, seemed quite a hefty sum at that. “ . . I am. ” Her words are few, the silence between them lengths whilst she reaches over the wooden table, lightly tapping the sack with a single long nail. “ Another hume seduced by the call of the nethicite… yes. If you question if I, myself, can taste the foul stone, it is true. ”
She was no fool, time and time again hume after hume came looking for a way to garner control of the cursed stone, toiled and molded by their foul hands. Did they know no boundary? Limit? A wistful sigh escapes her, large rounded ears flattened back, nestled in a nest of snow, “ be warned, hume, should you take travel with me, you will be in danger should the nethicite take me.” Despite her warning and subtle scowl, her eyes yet again wander to the pouch, ears sprang high yet again, attempting to snatch up the bag in a flash. As far as the viera was concerned that was acceptance of a contract. Though she stood tall and proud, almost patronizing in her stance, she was as eager for riches and treasure as much as the next hunter. Oft times she forgot her place; no longer a Wood Warder, and instead a lowly pirate; thieving and murdering.
❝ GREAT , YOU’LL DO PERFECTLY , THEN. ❞ trained eyes drank in every movement and bodily reaction the viera offered up - single brow rising , curiously , in response to her warning. with a weighted sigh , the mercenary would stand ; propping a foot atop the wooden seat she’d previously occupied , before hoisting the towering form of her revered weapon up to level - letting it settle atop the table dividing the two of them , after a few , silent moments. ❝ fret not. i’ve yet to meet an opponent who could stomach a kiss from STOSS , here. ❞ she’d respond idly , smirk decorating her lips, all - the - while.
aranea’s face would alight with mirth. be they hume or not , it seemed that most within the confines of ivalice could not refuse the seductive beckoning of sweet , sweet gil. ❝ consider it an advance. not even a third of the sum you will receive , should you prove useful. ❞ and with that , she’d fetch her spear , propping it over her shoulder , before nosing in the direction of the exit. there was little point in idling around here any longer than they needed , in risk of drawing unwanted attention from the other patrons.
