*Thoughts on taking risks.*Thoughts on money.
Baidur took a deep breath and sat back on the bench, pondering if for a moment the questions asked to him. “I suppose, when taking risks I am a bit of a no thinker. In that, I will recklessly rush into battle or danger if it means that someone or something will be saved or out of harms way. I saw enoug suffering on the Steppe before I left, and on the day I left I wanted to make sure anyone near to me doesn’t go through that.” His face lit up a little in thinking about money. “As for gil, well it doesn’t really mean a thing to me. I am a travelling monk, teaching when I can and charitable when it’s right. Eorzea has had so many people in it, and I give back when I can. Sometimes randomly when I see a new face, sometimes in fun with a rousing game of hide and seek. Just today I have given 100,000 gil for someone winning today.” The Aur Ra let out a firm chuckle, slapping his knee in the process before settling down again. “Everyone wants gil, friend, but not everyone needs it.”
