[Lucatiel]

Lucatiel stood upon the airship making it's way from Ul'Dah to Ishgard, the cold air stinging her face. Though she had done as Papari Pari had told her, and dressed warmer, she perhaps hadn't done enough as she was shivering considerably. Perhaps the thick coat she had worn over her dress was not enough, or perhaps the altitude exacerbated the biting frost. Flecks of snow already dotted her coat and hair. Her cheeks were flushed considerably. Despite all this, she eagerly awaited the arrival of the airship.

[Luna]

Freshly convalesced, Luna had returned to her usual routine. She had begun patrolling the city, fitted in her templar's armor. She had just finished checking in on the Athaneum Astrologicum and had found herself conversing with one of the House Durendaire Knights outside the airship gates, choosing to watch the ship come in with her fellow knight. It wasn't long before it had docked and citizens flooded off of the deck and onto the stone foundations of Ishgard proper. Most bundled up as they walked, thick coats and caps keeping them comfortable as they went about their business.

However, one coated girl staggered off the ship shaking considerably. The knightess eyed the strange person, wondering who would come to Coerthas so clearly unprepared. They bore naught but a coat over a dress. No scarf, no cap, no fur-lined boots. She bade goodbye to the knight she had been conversing with as she pushed open the gate to the landing, approaching the frosty girl.

“Pray halt!” she shouted as she approached, causing the girl to figuratively freeze up though she continued to shiver. As she came closer, she noticed the shaking even more. “Are you quite alright? You appear to be freezing.” she asks, concern deep in her tone.

[Lucatiel]

“Uhmmm…..” the girl begins, her voice audibly wavering as well. “It's really *really* cold!” the girl explains.

[Luna]

“Yes. Coerthas is forever cloaked in frost and snow. I hope you did not underestimate the icy grip it would ensnare you with.” the knightess speaks flatly.

[Lucatiel]

Lucatiel pauses while shaking, her thoughts a bit muddled. “I…. I think I might have. It's *REALLY* cold!” she asserts once more, having trouble standing still. “I thought this fluffy coat would be enough!”

[Luna]

Luna resists the urge to put her hand to her face is astonishment. “I am afraid it likely is not enough. You are not even wearing the coat properly.” she points out. Indeed, Lucatiel had not even wrapped the cloth around to keep it snug and shut. “You will surely become frostbitten at this rate. Please, allow me to escort you inside where you may warm up.” she insists, gesturing into the distance towards the Forgotten Knight.

[Lucatiel]

The girl looks genuinely shocked to hear about frostbite, readily acquiescing to the knightess. “O-okay! That sounds good!” She moves closer to the knightess, suddenly struck by how much taller than herself the woman was.

[Luna]

Luna places her arm around Lucatiel's shoulder, guiding her carefully through the city. It's not too long before they arrive inside the Forgotten Knight, and the knightess helps the girl down the stairs and onto a chair. Having made sure Lucatiel is alright, she begins talking to Gibrillont in order to secure some warm drink and thick blankets, returning post-haste and gently covering the girl in a large warm & fluffy woolen blanket and placing the mug of cider on the table. She takes a seat next to the girl, casting her not-entirely-intentionally judgmental gaze.

[Tretesta]

“Cut her some slack, Ser Knight. It's a mistake only made once and she's not the first nor the last to make it.” The blue haired hyur and his drink leave the counter shortly after Luna settles with her charge. Tret grabs a free chair and joins them without even so much as a nod “Luna, I believe it was? Apologies if you prefer proper title right now, but there's no need to stare at the young lady so. She looks quite cold enough as it is.” He winks at Lucatiel and then sits back with his steamy mug, sipping it gingerly. “Ahhh, so, what's the plan here? Keep her bundled up and unable to leave? Imagine she has some errands. Something dreadfully important. Enough to brave the cold Coerthas air with whatever she could grab rushing out the door….”

To Lucatiel now, he sits back up and gives a small sweeping motion with an upturned palm and a smile “Welcome to Ishgard. Please tell me you're out here for a half decent reason or she's going to stare at me next.”

[Luna]

Luna looks at Tretesta, taking a moment to place the face. “Ah, Sir Tretesta was it? I do not intend to harangue this young lady, but it is concerning that she would be so woefully ill-equipped for the frigid air of Coerthas. There is no need for frivolous titles. Luna is just fine.” she explains. “The plan, as it were, is to warm the young miss up and acquire her some more suitable clothing. I will not allow her to leave until she is well set for the cold. Though you have a point,” she begins, looking down at the girl. “What brings you to Ishgard anyway, Miss…?”

[Lucatiel]

Lucatiel looks between the two people, smiling although utterly confused at the sudden turn of events. “Ummmmm… I came to Ishgard because I heard about the uhhh… the aid? I heard people here need wood! I mean planks and carpentry things! Like uhhh… beds!” she says, working through the brain fog in addition to her usual self. “Someone told me that the people here have their lives made sad by war! Maybe I can help, I can work with wood! My parents made ships!” she explains, smiling happily at the thought of assisting. “Oh! And my name is Lucatiel! But my parents call me Lucca! And Gair, and Pipino, and Langston, and Papari, and Loui… So a lot of people I guess! Just not my carbuncle!”

[Tretesta]

Tret's expression softens and he gives a small sigh of relief, gamble won. A swig from his mug and then he'd set his drink on the table to watch Luca work out a full thought. Nodding slowly as it all came together, he turned back to Luna “Tret will suffice for the time being. Must say, it's a shame not all of the knights are as… Accommodating as you. Sounds like she's here to work. Probably that big whatsit going on recently?” He blinks and turns back at the mention of Gair. “Huh, small world. Alright, I'll bite. What does the carbuncle call you, then?”

[Luna]

The knightess looks back at the man. “Most of the knights hail from high pedigree. They are raised in the soft seat of luxury. They are used to their Sers and Lords as fodder for their ego. I was afforded no such thing, it is not something I need, Sir Tretesta.” she says, pausing. “Yes, the Ishgardian Restoration.”

[Lucatiel]

As soon as Luna finishes speaking, Lucatiel pipes up. “Ooooh! Yea, that thing! The Ishgardian Restoration! That's what someone told me about!” she smiles and turns back to Tretesta. “Ummm… He doesn't call me anything. He doesn't talk.”

[Tretesta]

Tret sighs again and opens his mouth to reply to Luna, then shuts it again and lightly raps the tabletop with his knuckles twice. Back over to Lucca, he perks up once more “Well there we go. Carpenter then?” This was hardly his place, but he was one for one, so he let it roll. “Ships may not be much in demand currently, but beds though? Sure. What kind of work have you done before? Anything… Mass produced? Or more custom type 'made for one person only' things?” He raised his mug again, took a glance inside, and then finished the now just warm drink, setting the empty vessel on the table to deal with later. His arms crossed and his brows furrowed as he sat back again “One may need some tools. I don't recall seeing you rushed in here with a saw. Or much of anything else that I recall. May be a bit hard to carp a bed without hammer and nail….”

[Lucatiel]

The girl looks at Tretesta, shrinking a bit in her seat. “Ummm, uhhhh…. I helped my parents build ships mainly. Cutting wood, sanding, that sort of thing. Since then, I've mainly made little things. Like figurines! And uhhh, toys!” she says, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the man's questions. “I have a hammer!” she says, working to locate one of the inside pockets on her coat, struggling due to the blankets weighing her down. After half a minute or so of digging, she produces it - a basic claw hammer. “See?” she says, almost proudly.

[Luna]

Luna just sighs, surprised at the girl's almost complete lack of fore-thought.

[Tretesta]

He stares blankly at Lucca as she elaborates, occasionally looking over at the terribly disappointed knight beside her. As the hammer is summoned from deep beneath the blankets, he smiles again “Ah, my mistake. You're indeed prepared… In a way. So, how long did you plan to stay around the city to assist with the post war efforts? I hear the project has been going on for some time now and will be for much longer.”

[Luna]

Luna merely shrugs her arms, a bit taken aback.

[Lucatiel]

“How long?” Lucatiel ponders aloud. “Uhhh…. I don't know. I just kind of… Got on the airship. And now I'm here.” she pauses. “It's *really* cold here!” she states once more.

[Luna]

Luna interjects, hoping to help her rickety train of thought. “Perhaps, if you are so truly inclined, once you are properly dressed and able to tolerate the cold, you might lend your hammer to the reconstruction efforts until you tire. A few bells, maybe more if you are energized by the bracing winds. You will be compensated for your efforts, fed and given good company. Besides, you will be working to better someone's living situation. A valiant effort for an… energetic girl such as yourself.” she says, lingering on the word energetic for a telling moment.

[Lucatiel]

Lucatiel sips at the drink given to her, though she makes a sort of displeased face at the taste. She continues to drink it anyway as it warms her body. She nods her head enthusiastically at the woman's suggestion. “Mmm! That sounds like a good idea! I'll work really really hard, and then I'll go home to my Carbuncle! I'll have a story or two for him, he'll love it! And I can help all those people hurt by the war!” she chatters happily, pleased to be useful.

[Gair]

Akin to Beetlejuice, though it took only two invocations of Gair's name to rouse him from the woodwork. Better prepared than most, he dons a heavy arming coat lined with steel plates underneath to brace against the cold. Armed with his usual greatsword over his shoulder, jostling against the bandolier with his every movement. Not quite noticing the chatter and familiar faces in the Forgotten Knight quite yet, he confers with the bartender with an order very familiar to those who hear him. “Whiskey, middle shelf, I ain't made of coin.”

[Tretesta]

“Energetic indeed…” Still smiling, Tret takes a slightly deeper breath and leans back in his chair, then a bit further back onto the back two legs, rocking softly. “So, Luna, a trip to the Crozier then for supplies. We pick up a few odds and ends of warmer clothing, disposition, saw, visit the …firm something or another. And then we set the lass about to save the city!” His eyes roam up the stairs, following a new visitor down and over to the counter “Or…a full half of that walks right through the door. Lucca, you said you know that gentleman rather well?” He'd wait at least long enough for Gair to have his back towards them before pointing him out to the young lady, almost positive how she'd respond.

[Sesera]

“ …Make that two.” Someone beckons to the bartender from further down the bar. The voice belonging to a dunesfolk Lalafell perched upon a stool cradling an empty glass. Her hair was slightly damp, presumably from melted snow which briefly sat comfortably on top of her head until she was greeted by the warmth of the Forgotten Knight, still, it was as unkempt as ever and the girl's answer to keeping her hair tidy was to just throw a chunky piece of cloth and wrap it around her hair and call it a 'hairband' which it served that purpose rather well. She ignored most of the commotion going on nearby, as she herself wasn't well equipped for the cold but she didn't seem to mind it all that much. She held her glass aloft for the bartender so he wouldnt have to make seperate orders, choosing to slide the glass close to where the Highlander was stood, the glass just stopping a few ilms away from him.

[Luna]

Luna eyes Tretesta as he speaks. “Do you mean the Firmament, Sir Tretesta? I do agree with you. Perhaps I shall leave her in your care while I go round up the aforementioned items. So that she might save Ishgard.” she says with a wry chuckle. She pauses as the man continues, curious.

[Lucatiel]

“Huh?” she says as she turns her head to the man freshly come in. “Ummm. OH! GAIR! Is that Gair! It looks like him! He's big and strong looking!” she says, happily waving her arm that she labored to remove from the blanket.

[Luna]

Luna sighed, though it was mostly out of mild surprise of the coincidence. “He would be here now, would he not? That great desert oaf.” she says with closed eyes and a chuckle. Her eyes drift to the unknown Lalafell at the bar as well, but quickly come back to Gair as she didn't know them yet.

[Gair]

Plenty happy to be recognized by a feminine voice as big and strong, that is, until Aardvael turned around to see Luna, Tretesta and Lucca. He utters a dull, “Oh”, at the sight of the innocent midlander. “You're.. not some sort of voidsent set on beguiling and devouring all my friends before you kill me, are you?” He leans back against the bar, cradling a stout glass of whiskey on the rocks. Not quite noticing the short Lalafell that is ilms at his side.

[Luna]

Luna glares at Gair for a moment, a bit surprised that he would ask someone so seemingly innocent such a question.

[Lucatiel]

Lucatiel looks shocked and confused. “A w-whuh? A voidsent? What!?” she asks. “Why would you think that I'm that…” she trails off as she deflates. “I wouldn't hurt you! I wouldn't hurt anyone!” Her assertion is strong, bereft of any knowledge that his words were mostly joking.

[Tretesta]

Tret turn back to Luna to reply, taking a moment to wince as the young girl exclaims at the recognition “Yep, there it is … Ahem. Well, that likely works better for me in the end. I've an appointment out west to keep, but I should have time to escort the young lady to at least get situated. Maybe passed off to someone who would put lumber in her hands and proper direction.” He'd then turn back towards the bar and offer a small wave to the Sargeant “Come now, Brant. Can't you see we've got this villain in check under every blanket available in this bar? I'm not aware of any *cuddly* voidsent.” He paused there looking at Lucca for a few beats, then to Luna, then back towards the bar “…are voidsent cold blooded?”

[Sesera]

Taking a sip of whiskey she overhears the conversation between the trio at a table and the Highlander are having before swiveling herself around and feeling like she should say something. “Voidsent are monstrosities deprived of life energies and seek only to feed on Aether.” She says. “Seems like almost all of you are equipped to handle yourself should one come knocking down your door for your own aether. Still, I wouldn't jest about it, voidsent can cause many a problem” She cautions, a serious tone in her voice.

She looks at a book she had laid out on the bar counter for a moment, the book looks almost identical to a book belonging to someone else but you wouldn't notice at first glance, and closes it up and stows it away, she looks at the company and decides to introduce herself.

“Name's Sesera, Mercenary and Monster Hunter. A pleasure, I'm sure.”

[Luna]

The knightess listens to the blue-haired Hyur for a moment before replying. “There is no need for you to step in, Sir Tretesta. Not while I am around to be the gentle guide this girl so desperately needs at the moment.” she says, looking at Lucatiel with an odd face. “Your willingness is appreciated fully, however.”

[Lucatiel]

“I'm not a cuddly voidsent! I'm just umm, cuddly! That's definitely what my Mom has said before!” she protests, seemingly offended by the half-assertion that she is a voidsent.

[Luna]

Luna pauses for a moment at Tret's question. “I do not rightfully know. They bleed the same as everything else. *Sometimes.*” she says, a bit unsure.

Both Luna and Lucatiel turn to look at Sesera as she speaks. Luna nods as if she knew that all along. “See? The Miss has the right of it. This young lady is certainly not a Voidsent, cuddly or otherwise. Well met, Miss Sesera. I am Luna Luxlight, temple knight of Ishgard.”

[Lucatiel]

Lucatiel's mouth opens in amazement at the Lalafell's knowledge. “Whoooooa! Ummm, hi Sesera! I'm Lucatiel, but you can call me Lucca! A lot of people do!” she says, finally having learned to truncate her introduction a bit.

[Tretesta]

“Indeed, as will a drunkard. But we ridicule them plenty.” Tret was anything but serious back to Sesera, pushing the fourth chair of the hopefully standard barroom table out with his boot “Tretesta, Harasser of Strangers. Bring your booze on over and join the party before people stare at us for yelling across the room” back around to Luna, glossing over all the talk of voidsent entirely “You're ever the accommodating sort, neh? Why not accept her as a squire of sorts? Be not the gentle guide, but the strong mentor to help this young sprout bloom!” His smile broadened as he went on with the suggestion, looking to Lucca expectantly “Wouldn't that be wonderful? Learning the skills and discipline to truly help the people of Ishg- Nay, The world, prosper?”

[Gair]

Gair almost loses some of his whiskey at the voice of the Lalafel nearest him, taken aback by the woman just out of his field of view who had introduced herself. He masks his surprise with a forced chuckle, “Hah, well, down south we've a way of makin' light of the worst. Makes it easier to deal with.” At the introduction, he just echoes Lucatiel's prior explanation. “As you've heard my name already, I may or may not be as the little miss described me as.”

[Luna]

Luna glared at Tretesta. “I do not require a squire, much less someone I have only just met. Thank you kindly, Sir Tretesta.” she says, a mild bite of frustration at the end.

[Lucatiel]

Lucatiel looks to Tret, her eyes sparkling at the idea. “Woooooow! You mean I could be like a knight! Fighting the darkness and and protecting the people i love!?” she excitedly chattered, though she deflated a bit at Luna's decline.

[Sesera]

Sesera nods at the Highlander, “ I know who you are, Just happens to be the first time I've ever made my presence known, came here lookin' for some work and I couldn't help but find it rather coincidential that I should have the opportunity to witness some of you from my own perspective.” she taps the book and looks at the Midlander for a second “ Although There isn't anything I know about this one. So she very well could be a voidsent. 'Course, there's no price on her head, so you could assume she's just… hmm, What's the word… Eccentric?” She gives off a small chuckle and acknowledges the Snowman in the room,

“ Honour is all mine, Luna, pleasure to make your acquaintance. Although I would prefer you not chastise me on my attire, as unlike this lady here, I can tolerate the cold for a decent amount of time, usually enough to bring down a beast or three.”

[Lucatiel]

The girl seems un-phased being called eccentric. “Ummm, I've definitely been called that before!” she pipes up, back to smiling.

“I have no intention on making comments about your gear, Miss Sesera. Presumably you made it here just fine, where-as this young lady would not have made it to the Firmament much less off the airship landing.”

[Tretesta]

Tret's smile remains decidedly fixed, turning back to Luna as she declined his proposal “She has the spirit though! Fighting evil under the light of the moon… Quite valiant.” He shakes his head and checks his mug, making sure it's still dissapointinly empty. “Hm. I don't normally have hallucinations after two. Nor do others interact with them. Seems a coffee is in order.” He scoots out his own chair and escorts his empty cup to the bar, settling on the other side of Gair from the lalafel, motioning for Gibrillont's attention.

[Lucatiel]

The girl seems excited by Tretesta's idea. “That sounds so cool! Oh, but, I don't get in fights. I'm not really… that kind of person.” she says, realization racing across her face.

[Luna]

Luna merely nods after Lucatiel's own words. “As the young lady speaks, she is not the type to engage in combat. Nor would I ever approve of sending someone unprepared into battle. That is suicide.”

[Sesera]

The Lalafell grasps her drink firmly and descends from the rather high bar stool to the ground and waddles over to the table, a spot being offered to her by the blue haired man, whom she knows little about since the owner of the book she is carrying around hasn't wrote much other than “ Has blue hair, Does something with Chocobos” she nods her head at the gentleman “ I figured I would take you up on that offer, Tret, can I call you that or would you prefer the whole thing? If you don't mind my asking, what brings you all to here besides ushering poorly dressed dames in from the cold?”

[Tretesta]

Tret follows back after Sesera after collecting a quite steamy porcelain cup from the counter, dragging another chair from an nearby table as he passes and loosely associating it with the group's. He moved his own seat around the table closer to Luna and sat back down, sipping at his coffee and nodding to his invited guest “Ahh…Call me what you will but a voidsent, I suppose.” Setting the cup down, he presses the issue just a bit further “Sounds like the perfect thing then. She came out here looking to help those downtrodden souls post war, and finds a tall strapping role model to guide her in the ways of protecting the meek. But, we shall settle for beds and toys.” he gave Luna and Lucca a small shrug, then back over to Sesera “Just a stop along the road before I take a stroll through the Highlands. Last decent drink to be had this far out west.”

[Gair]

Gair appears more or less content to watch on with the conversation abuzz around him, in particular lending his ear to this proclaimed hunter of beasts in Sesera. A few steady pulls of his whiskey as he crosses an arm over his chest for his drink-bearing one to perch it's elbow from, chiming in on nicknames for the blue-haired hyur. “Normally I call 'im Tretty.” After a pause, he tells Sesera with a faint smirk. “I'm likely beating a dead chocobo by suggesting the nickname 'Sassy'.”

[Luna]

Luna merely puts a hand across her face in frustration. “Sir Tretesta, I am not going through with your ridiculous idea. To even humour such a mad plan by listing off the numerous ways it is a fool's errand would be heresy.”

[Lucatiel]

Lucca's eyes sparkle at the idea put forth again, leading to her pouting a bit as Luna, once again, shoots down the idea.

[Tretesta]

“Come on then, Sargeant. I just told off the hunter here for yelling across the floor. Even pulled up a seat just for you.” He gave the fifth seat at the full table a gentle kick, just enough to rattle the legs on the floor, then came back around to Lucca and Luna “Heresy now? Unwise, mad, and asking for trouble? I'll give you those. But…” He paused to think, and drink a bit more “…Valiant as the life may be, Miss Lucca, you had it correct coming out here. That war is over, and it's the people that are unwell. So yes, take that hammer and *smash* some joy and warmth into this cold city.”

[Luna]

The knightess locks her eyes upon Tretesta's, the Coerthan waste felt through her very gaze.

[Lucatiel]

Lucca meanwhile is listening eagerly, smiling at even just being told her idea was sound. “Oooh! I'm good at joy! And warmth! I'll build beds so comfy that everyone will sleep like a sack of popotoes! Everyone will be so warm in their blankets!” she says, getting quite excitable once more.

[Gair]

Gair slowly obliges the seat offered to him by the blue haired chocobo breeder. “I'll take it, though I won't be here about much longer. Business and all.” With dulled clatter of steel plates beneath his arming coat he lowers himself into his seat. At the mention of squires and training for Lucca. “I don't know about makin' her a squire, but arms training never hurt anybody… Permanently, often.”

[Sesera]

Sesera looks at the highlander, “ Some folk can go their whole lives without ever needing to brandish a weapon, you know.” She turns to look at Lucatiel for a moment before continuing “ Don't folk like us exist so that a lass like her can live a more peaceful lifestyle without worrying about Fiends, bandits, voidsent and whatever else gets thrown our way?”

[Tretesta]

Tret keeps a small smile, the warmth of his drink warding off the deep chill of the Knight's frosty gaze “It's not the way all should have to live, yes. But, here we are. It's why I keep good social credit with the boys and girls in yellow.” His cup, finished, was placed back on the table, and he winked at Lucca “Convince others to fight for you, and life becomes that much easier, miss.” He sat back and relaxed, sliding down in his seat some and looking back To Gair “Speaking of, are you east or west bound? I might could use a bit of company.”

[Lucatiel]

Lucatiel looks around at the hubbub being created about her, a bit confused. “Huh? A girl like me?” she says to no one in particular. She turns to Tretesta as he talks to her, more so confused. “I don't want to convince anyone to fight for me! I don't want anyone getting hurt because of me!” she pleads.

[Luna]

Luna looks at Gair. “The girl looks unfit to even lift a blade. I am not sure she could pick up arms unless her very life depended on it. As Miss Sesera says, it is up to the armed and invigorated souls such as ourselves to fight so that citizens such as her need not.” She looks back at Tretesta, sighing. “I fear you are giving the young Miss some very conflicted ideas, Sir Tretesta.”

[Gair]

Gair answers Luna and Sesera's suggestions with a simple, “Aye, and most of those folk have enough coin to pay another to wield it for 'em. I'm not suggesting she fight for a living, just enough to get outta harm's way, like how we taught Pino.”

The question from Tretesta drew his attention, somewhat vaguely answering. “I'll be in the area for some work in the outskirts, if you need a hand hereabout. Much as I am loath to admit, I'm getting used to the cold, if a little.”

[Luna]

The knightess continues her gaze at the oaf. “I can not deny that some self-defense training would be good for anyone, but I barely know this woman. To consider training her, I would need to be more acquainted. It is not such a simple task. It requires plenty of man-hours spent guiding their very hand.” she says, thinking further.

[Lucatiel]

Lucatiel looks up at the woman. “Ummm, I have a lot of free time! There's not much I need to do most days! Umm, except for walk my carbuncle!”

[Luna]

Luna looks at Lucatiel as if about to say something, but thinks better of it.

[Tretesta]

Tret raises his brows at Lucca's outburst, then exhales sharply and shakes his head, looking back at Luna after a few beats “Dangerous things, ideas, if you're not expecting them.” He shrugs and then sits up proper in his chair, smiling again at Lucca “Neh, of course. Focus on the tradecraft. The most you'll hurt is maybe your thumb.” He lingered on Lucca for a few moments before turning his attention back to Aard “Outskirts? Ah, fair. No, I'm back to the Shroud for a while. I don't mind the cold so much myself, but I've a package that thinks otherwise.”

[Sesera]

Sesera glances over at Tretesta, “ I don't suppose I could enlist your help with something in the near future, could I? Friend of mine says you deal with Chocobo's and whatnot, But…” She stops for a moment trying to word it correctly “ …Do you perhaps deal in more… exotic beasts? I've been looking for a gift for her nameday thats comin' up and I would very much like to give her something in terms of a mount thats not a Chocobo, since she's not overly fond of them.”

[Tretesta]

Tret's smile drops off and he stiffens, turning to the lalafel at the mention of exoticness “I ahhh… No idea what you're talking about…” His eyes dart over towards Luna, then back to Sesera, allowing her to continue. He relaxes a bit when she says 'mount' “Ahhh… Hah. Hahah… Ahem. Yes! Not fond of chocos? A shame. But not unheard of! You know, there are those in the east that ride….er…” He stops, looking around the group he's among, then continues, albeit a bit slower “Um…short haired… Four legged… Hooved Beasts? They call them 'horses'. Powerful creatures, great labor creatures. But we may be able to find something even more special. With a bit of work and encouragement.”

[Sesera]

Sesera chuckles a little “ See, the thing is, I'm good at fighting monsters, domesticating them? Not so much, I'm trying my hardest not to pry in on this conversation you've all been having, since it's not my place, but I figured it may be awhile before I may see someone such as yourself before the aforementioned nameday.” She points at the book she's carrying “ Yea, my friend seems to have a dislike for chocobo's, not really sure why, can't say I've ever asked her, strange considering her cousin here…” She says, nodding her head in Gair's direction “ …Seems to be an avid Chocobo owner.”

*[Tretesta]

“It's an open area and we're making enough…” Tret's eyes dart down at the book as it's gestured towards, then back up, a brow raising “…noise.” he looked between the lalafel and the Flame, then back to the first, nodding slowly “Nothing wrong with a distaste for a 'bo. Most common complaint I hear is the smell. And then the molting. They can be a handful, despite the benefit.” Tret leans forward, looking around the table and nods to all present. “Perhaps this will be my cue to get back to work. Miss Lucca, keep at it. You'll save ishgard in some part and perhaps warm a Cold Knight's heart.” He grinned at Luna after the jab “Imagine she won't get too far out of here, if you run off with her pocketbook to grab some warmer garb and proper tools. Not hard to catch an ice cube, neh?”

[Lucatiel]

Lucatiel looks at the man as he addresses her. “Umm, I don't think I'll save all of Ishgard! Isn't that her job?” she says, pointing to Luna who gaves a brief chuckle.

[Luna]

“Sir Tretesta, I will not be pilfering purses. I dare say you would be mad to think I might.” Luna responds to the man, a bit indignant.

The knightess stands from her seat, offering a hand to Lucatiel. “As much as I am certain you enjoy seemingly strange men suggesting entire career paths at the drop of a hat, perhaps it is time we get you some more appropriate clothing, Miss Lucatiel. If you would come with me - and do not shed the thick blanket. You will have much need of it.”

[Lucatiel]

The girl takes the offered hand and rises, making sure to keep the blankets wrapped around her. “Ummm, okay!” she says happily, turning to the others. “It was nice meeting you, umm…. I think you were called Tretesta!” she says to the blue-haired man before turning to the Lalafell. “And you were, ummm… Sesera! Oh, and it was nice seeing you here too Gair! Take care guys!” she says with a cheery wave and smile as Luna takes the girl under the wing of her outstretched arm, guiding the ill-prepared Tiel to the Jeweled Crozier.

[Luna]

“Fare thee well, all. Until a further meeting.” Luna says as she departs up the stairs with Lucatiel in tow.

[Tretesta]

Tretesta places a hand to his chest, feigning offended outrage “Why I would never. 'Twas you who suggested I be left alone with Lucca while you took her coin to spend as you saw fit!” A smile crossed him again, and the same hand would wave them goodbye as they ascended the stairs. “I'll certainly try! Stay warm you two!” He called out, then lowered his voice for remaining company, “…Cute girl. Going to make some man's life *real* long. And the next few hours of Luna's life too, I'd guess.”

[Sesera]

Sesera wiggles to the edge of her seat and looks at Tretesta “ I'm sure Luna can handle it from what I've been told.” She hops off the chair and continues “ Looks like this is a good time to bid farewell myself, grabbed a few flyers off the board outside, seems like a fair bit of work, always some fiend that needs it's head bashed in.” She offers the man a small bow in appreciation if his company, “ Would I be wise in making a visit to Bentbranch should I ever require ought from you?”

[Gair]

Tretesta's words illicit an audible snort from Gair. Upon finishing his glass of liquor, he sets it to the side and with minimal effort does he push it out of reach. “Definitely wife material, there,” he utters on his rise from his chair. A glance spared Tretesta and Sesera as he tells them, “I've my own quarry to persue, as well. Though this one is cowardly and enjoys the protection that law provides.”

[Tretesta]

Tret turns to look fully at Sesera again for a few beats, studying her face before he finally replies “…sounds like you already have need. Come by… let's call it a week. Time for you to hunt, and me to collect some things.” The last to rise, he straightens himself out a bit, then tilts his head quizzicaly at Gair “You don't say? Sounds rather, ahhh, clandestine? Feel free to come calling if the law wins.” A small shrug and he'd nod to both Gair and Sesera “Good hunting to you both.” Last to stand, he'd be third up the stairs and out into the cold, intent on catching the airship on its way out.

[Gair]

“If only I we're suited to skulking,” Gair mutters and shows the blue-haired midlander a rueful grin. A pair of fingers lofted to his brow in an informal salute as he bids the pair, “Tretty, Sassy, Wardens warmth,” before he departs down the opposing and descends into the Brume.

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