So two thieves walk into a bar...
Who; Gambit - (playsforkeeps) and Balthier - (fealty_to_none)
What; Two like-minded gentlemen have a drink. Because Remy is playing tourguide and Balthier is too sober for this shit.
Where; A bar in the marketplace
When; Shortly after Balthier's arrival.
Rating; I can't see this being more than PG-13
Status; Ongoing
...At least he liked to think so. Normally the first thing Balthier did when he was captured was either seduce the guards, procure a key, or find some other means of escape. Considering his prison now seemed to be an entire world of the dead... this didn't seem the likely way things were going to go.
Gambit had seemed a... decent sort. Or decent by Balthier's standards which meant the man with the odd red and black eyes would have probably been perfectly at home in the pirate city of Balfonheim. Worth having a drink with anyway, and he might be a good source of information.
Balthier watched the proceedings of the market with interest- the stalls were neatly organized and the citizens went about their business in a quiet, orderly fashion. There was little life to the place, which made sense but also left him yearning for the hot, noisy clutter of Rabanastre's market or the rich, exotic scents and relaxed and friendly pace of Bhujerba's shops.
Rarely one to do as he was told, on this occasion Balthier actually waited instead of taking off and meandering about the market. He was, after all, a man of his word, if little else.
What; Two like-minded gentlemen have a drink. Because Remy is playing tourguide and Balthier is too sober for this shit.
Where; A bar in the marketplace
When; Shortly after Balthier's arrival.
Rating; I can't see this being more than PG-13
Status; Ongoing
...At least he liked to think so. Normally the first thing Balthier did when he was captured was either seduce the guards, procure a key, or find some other means of escape. Considering his prison now seemed to be an entire world of the dead... this didn't seem the likely way things were going to go.
Gambit had seemed a... decent sort. Or decent by Balthier's standards which meant the man with the odd red and black eyes would have probably been perfectly at home in the pirate city of Balfonheim. Worth having a drink with anyway, and he might be a good source of information.
Balthier watched the proceedings of the market with interest- the stalls were neatly organized and the citizens went about their business in a quiet, orderly fashion. There was little life to the place, which made sense but also left him yearning for the hot, noisy clutter of Rabanastre's market or the rich, exotic scents and relaxed and friendly pace of Bhujerba's shops.
Rarely one to do as he was told, on this occasion Balthier actually waited instead of taking off and meandering about the market. He was, after all, a man of his word, if little else.