brows rise and fall minutely at the mention of the crate’s previous belongings, and his attention briefly fades as he recalls the moments up until his “capture.” surely, he’d heard shrill cries amid the sound of feet rushing across the wooden pier, but within limsa lominsa, the noise wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. seabirds were a common sight in the sky, and even amid the many myriad passenger and private ships, he often knew captains to adorn themselves with a brightly feathered companion. “birds? an’ here i thought all the squawkin’ was ‘cause of the pirate ships.”
maybe the cries had been a bit closer than he’d realized in afterthought, but he pries the hand that had unconsciously raised to his chin away, and shakes his head free of the concern. what was in the crate mattered little compared to the fact that it was still missing.
“seems like too much work fer a pet ta me, but ul’dahn elites ‘ll pay handsomely if it seems exotic enough.” albi’s lips curl into a smug smile, shoulders rolling with the familiar knowledge of the desert jewel. as his posture settles, though, his tone sobers, recounting only the necessary details for his newfound ally, “ta answer ya, though, a seeker lass by the name of f’lihze. she’s a representative fer the auction, s’pposedly keeps track of the inventory as it arrives.” not that he could verify if that was what she truly did.
“made a request at the adventurer’s guild after she noticed stock was disappearin’ on her. if animals were in the crates instead of the antiques, though, makes sense as ta why they’d move so quickly.” he shakes his head slowly, “can’t imagine a dead bird fetches much coin.”
❛ smart o’ ‘em to bring their pets to limsa, eh ? to the untrained wattle, one bird squawks like another an’ i’ll bet me blunt that the yellowjackets ain’t trained fer this. ❜
exotic birds aren’t regarded as a sought out treasure other than to those pirates living in RICHES. they’re only referred to as an UNNECESSARY luxury, a cosmetic to pretty their appearances and status among the warring pirates. no starving ones would ever think of owning a pet where they’d have to pay beyond the purchase price. and ever since merlwyb took the helm, many pirates are left to plunder GARLEAN ships, which isn’t rare but not easy to take them apart either, given their technology that easily surpasses any of their own ships.
listening to the miqo’te’s recount, jacke purses his lips and nods in understanding. he’ll still keep an eye out just in case. even though it isn’t uncommon for two to work for the same purpose, he knows well enough in his years how QUICK and desperate one is willing to turn around and stab their mate in the back for a benefit. and if the miqo’te wishes to live on that same assumption regarding jacke’s own motivations, he’s got nothing to complain too. that’s just how it is in limsa.
❛ ain’t much of a chore to keep one bird alive - but long over time, it ain’t gonna worth the blunt. ❜ placing his knuckle ‘neath his chin, jacke narrows his eyes in thought. ❛ an’ one o' the ways they’d keep ‘em alive is if they poke holes in it. this makes things easier fer us, eh. ❜
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