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(XIV|21-17: Destruct. Jeveh’li Rivenroot.)

Distant cries and threats against his life echoed through Limsa’s scaffolding. Jeveh’li took a moment to rest, crouching, inconspicuous, on the deck north of the Drowning Wench. Any moment now, the jolly boat from the Lantern would flash its code, rowing its way from the nearby docks; any moment now, he’d be able to leap down to its deck, agile, careful, a burst of aether cushioning his fall.

That was the plan, but we all know that old, dry bit about the best laid plans. Jeveh’li was prepared to take that leap, to live with the deceit he’d sprung against the other crews vying for that ring---such a small thing, yet capable of so much more---but he wasn’t prepared for what came through his linkpearl. “Do you copy? This bloody thing is askin’ us ta do MATH! Math! Divide by four? Error? Oh, gods, it’s...it’s consumin’ me, there’s some livin’ bits o’ this machine, send help, send...” Erian’s pearl self-destructed, something it was engineered to do in the event of the wearer’s death.

“Well, fuck,” Jeveh’li muttered to himself. The two shirtless Highlanders and the half-naked Miqo’te had caught up to him. Time to negotiate. Time was his to buy.