Post by Alexander Sorel on Dec 11, 2020 18:21:09 GMT -6
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[attr="class","eyes"]✎ tag: @nightsarchon
One Brings Shadow, One Brings Light
to this riddle, all souls are tied
"If the call of adventure or shopping necessities are what you're looking for, then find your way to the Rising Stones!"
To be honest, he normally wasn't going to work this hard on something like this. But with the apparent news of the Dragonblades expanding into Provo, well. He wasn't really much of a mercenary. Taking orders and all that didn't sit too well with him. Requests were fine, helping friends were fine. But trying to boss Alex around really only worked when the stakes were high enough. ... Or when you paid him really well. But you had to pay Alexander really well, anymore. Gone were the days when you could take advantage of just some adventurer trying desperately to get to his next meal. Really, that kind of ended when he joined the Scions. Still, he figured he might take an idea from Eorzea, get an Adventuring Guild going. Apparently an adventuring guild wasn't that big of an idea around here, which meant it was an untapped resource! Mostly. The Dragonblades had apparently expanded into Provo, but they were more of a Mercenary outfit than anything.
They had nothing on an actual adventuring guild! Probably. They'd deal with them at some point. But there he stood, the Warrior of Light, in the middle of Provo's Markets, handing out flyers to anyone who was interested. Some actually were. Many others just tossed the flyers into the garbage if even that. Littering wasn't good, but at least they had the decency to crumple them up, first? Still, with no tasks that needed doing, it wasn't like he had anything else to do. Until Noctis decided that his own little adventure was over, finding Ardyn would be a problem, which unfortunately meant that Alex couldn't just hunt the guy down. He didn't even know what Ardyn looked like, which made it even more problematic. Where did he even start, there?
He looked at the sky. A little in the afternoon, was it? A couple more hours, and he could probably head on back. Or until he ran out of flyers. He looked at the stack that he had made, spending some decent gil to get it all printed out. Those presses were amazing. There was still a little bit to go, and the crowd was already starting to thin just a little. Well, maybe he could say that--Or he could just--no, that would be rude, and wouldn't really help his situation. WHich meant more advertising. Which meant more boredom. He sighed in resignation and defeat, as one of the flyers was once more in his hand, be waved around like some advertisement. Which it was, admittedly.
"If the call of adventure or shopping necessities are what you're looking for, then find your way to the Rising Stones!" At least no one here could call him out on the name.
To be honest, he normally wasn't going to work this hard on something like this. But with the apparent news of the Dragonblades expanding into Provo, well. He wasn't really much of a mercenary. Taking orders and all that didn't sit too well with him. Requests were fine, helping friends were fine. But trying to boss Alex around really only worked when the stakes were high enough. ... Or when you paid him really well. But you had to pay Alexander really well, anymore. Gone were the days when you could take advantage of just some adventurer trying desperately to get to his next meal. Really, that kind of ended when he joined the Scions. Still, he figured he might take an idea from Eorzea, get an Adventuring Guild going. Apparently an adventuring guild wasn't that big of an idea around here, which meant it was an untapped resource! Mostly. The Dragonblades had apparently expanded into Provo, but they were more of a Mercenary outfit than anything.
They had nothing on an actual adventuring guild! Probably. They'd deal with them at some point. But there he stood, the Warrior of Light, in the middle of Provo's Markets, handing out flyers to anyone who was interested. Some actually were. Many others just tossed the flyers into the garbage if even that. Littering wasn't good, but at least they had the decency to crumple them up, first? Still, with no tasks that needed doing, it wasn't like he had anything else to do. Until Noctis decided that his own little adventure was over, finding Ardyn would be a problem, which unfortunately meant that Alex couldn't just hunt the guy down. He didn't even know what Ardyn looked like, which made it even more problematic. Where did he even start, there?
He looked at the sky. A little in the afternoon, was it? A couple more hours, and he could probably head on back. Or until he ran out of flyers. He looked at the stack that he had made, spending some decent gil to get it all printed out. Those presses were amazing. There was still a little bit to go, and the crowd was already starting to thin just a little. Well, maybe he could say that--Or he could just--no, that would be rude, and wouldn't really help his situation. WHich meant more advertising. Which meant more boredom. He sighed in resignation and defeat, as one of the flyers was once more in his hand, be waved around like some advertisement. Which it was, admittedly.
"If the call of adventure or shopping necessities are what you're looking for, then find your way to the Rising Stones!" At least no one here could call him out on the name.
