Help, there is a dead body in my bar!
[[ @samurulantis ]]
There were two types of people in Teledji Adeledji’s life at the moment - those he would call at three in the morning to annoy and those he’d call at three in the morning for help. Samuru just happened to be the second. For once this lalafell thought for a moment before taking actions and realized disturbing this elezen’s beauty sleep would have a life threatening consequences. And so knocking on his door first thing in the morrow was exactly what he did. Rather desperate knocking at that for he was freezing. Had Samuru opened the door he’d find the nervously smiling former syndicate in what appears to be garb for Gridanian weather and hardly something to wear in Ishgard. “I am in trouble.” Teledji muttered, having wrapped his arms for warmth. By the looks of his messy hair and that tired look suggested he hadn’t slept last night.
