Post by Larsa Gainsborough on Jan 26, 2008 2:53:59 GMT -5
Larsa slowly entered the Drunken Chocobo. Though it wasn't a place he would normally visit, the missions of Aralon City resided here. He glanced left and right, pondering why anyone would place an ad in a pub.
He strolled toward the Missions Board, with a profound remark towards a waitress whistling across his ears. He glanced hatefully in the direction of where the insult came from. The man noticed Larsa and gave a bellow laugh. "What are you staring at, girly man?" he asked.
Larsa closed his eyes and "smiled." "I would watch what you say, scum." he replied, his right hand beginning to glow. "You just might regret it."
Noticing the magic pulsating through his hand, the man's smirk vanished from his face and he slunk down in his seat. Larsa smiled once more.
"I thought so." he said, turning his attention towards the board. "My, my, my. What to pick?"
It wasn't as if it were a challenge. There were only two missions to choose from. He plucked off an ad regarding the Festival of St. Melina. The piece of paper instructed Larsa to go to the bar counter in the Chocobo.
He looked from his paper and over at the bar where drunks lazily laid on the counter. His face cringed, but he trudged forward toward the counter. Once there, he took a seat next to a man that had apparently passed out. He gently slapped his hand on the counter to get someone's attention.
He strolled toward the Missions Board, with a profound remark towards a waitress whistling across his ears. He glanced hatefully in the direction of where the insult came from. The man noticed Larsa and gave a bellow laugh. "What are you staring at, girly man?" he asked.
Larsa closed his eyes and "smiled." "I would watch what you say, scum." he replied, his right hand beginning to glow. "You just might regret it."
Noticing the magic pulsating through his hand, the man's smirk vanished from his face and he slunk down in his seat. Larsa smiled once more.
"I thought so." he said, turning his attention towards the board. "My, my, my. What to pick?"
It wasn't as if it were a challenge. There were only two missions to choose from. He plucked off an ad regarding the Festival of St. Melina. The piece of paper instructed Larsa to go to the bar counter in the Chocobo.
He looked from his paper and over at the bar where drunks lazily laid on the counter. His face cringed, but he trudged forward toward the counter. Once there, he took a seat next to a man that had apparently passed out. He gently slapped his hand on the counter to get someone's attention.
