beachside. the air was filled with an aroma of sea salt, and waves with a rather rhythmic beat had crashed against the shore. as memories served him, there was a small notice posted up inside of a nearby pub. the reward was mediocre to say the least, but gil was gil after all and someone has to make amends for the life that he paved for himself.
in order to go afoot on the task at hand, he managed to use his art of the tongue and barter his way for some intel from a local street ear about the origin story about of this missing egg. what separated this ‘egg’ from any other ordinary egg was that it contained a rare breed of chocobo. at that moment, he rolled his eyes–as he waved a hand to abrupt the street ear’s words. “..say no more.” were voiced as a timbre of disinterest. and after flipping a few coin towards the individual in exchange for the briefing, balthier took his exit and tried to make a beat above his competition. he noticed that many others were out scurrying off as if the whole town was set ablaze.
all was not for naut. why, in his case; the sky pirate was lucky to have an ace up his sleeve against his competitors for what the street ear had said was worth far more than what the few coin he gave him. according to intel, the person who posted the bill was last seen near a woman whose hair was a rare shade of pink. from knowing that much already, his eyes was set for the horizons–on the road to gil and living the life of complete luxury as he dreamed.
as common sense was have it, the best method of approach was to start a recon search on the outer skirts of the town. with a description of her character, there was no way in Ifrit’s hell that she would be this dense to remain within the area.
“this would be like taking candy from a baby.” he looked onward at the others whom are frantically looking in alleyways and nearby establishments for the culprit.
moments into minutes had transpired and jade hues were at a glow; treasure was needed to be acquired for at the very sight was the rare shade of pink blowing in the wind, with no cares in the world. from the looks of it, she appeared to been out of breath–which made perfect confirmation that she was indeed the culprit behind it all. he began to take appropriate measure, and act unknowingly of her accusation.
“–i beg your pardon? i’ve already had my breakfast, what on earth are you talking about?”
