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The Seeker desperately bartered with the female Highlander behind the bar. Whiskey was in short supply in Ishgard and the bottle he’d requested was easily ten times the Gil as Ul’dah. His ears slid back, tail falling flat against the creaking boards beneath it, and he gave her a look of sheer amazement, “Och lass, ye think m’nae privy t’tha prices o’ whiskey? Aye… ye’ve nae pegged me fer a fool”.

In that moment, he noticed someone watching his exchange as the woman hissed words back at him from the safety of the wooden counter. Mid sentence he glanced their way, gave them the most award-winning smile he could muster, and turned back to argue to his heart’s content.