OOC: Time to kick start this again.
In other parts of Eorzea... Dex's Story...
To one who knew him in years past it might have seemed strange to see the man sitting in the semi-lively pup, sitting in the back alley of some nowhere town in Orlyn. But Dex, at the moment, would not have concerned himself with things, for he had no reason to do so.
His hair was a mellow shade of brown, sleek, yet somehow messy, sitting under a dark fedora like hat. A grin played across his face as the cards were dealt in front of him, he lifted his glass of liquor to his lips and sipped it before setting it down and glancing to the dealer. “You dealin’ the cards or tellin’ me my fortune?”
He smirked as the dealer gave an exasperated eye roll and began passing out the cards. He glanced around at the other players at the table, and, at the same time, the non involved, late night patrons of the pub. There was a mix of different people here, Ruffians, Drunks, Fathers looking for a small reprise, Old Swords who needed a drink… You could always tell at least a margin of someone’s story from the way they dressed.
Dex himself was dressed in an un-extraordinary manner. Nothing he wore looked expensive. In fact some articles looked quite poorly made, and, at a glance, he looked like a rouge. However, if one looked closely, with a trained eye, there were some strange things about the man, while he dressed in this lowly manner, there was still some class to be seen, so, while looking cheep, he somehow at the same time looked like one of the most proper gentlemen in the pub.
So too was the way he held himself. It was subtle, and perhaps not pride, but a mild hint of airy confidence on the man; a confidence unbefitting a man in his situation. So, even though he had come to the card table somewhat recently, he seemed right at home in his chair, friendly with everyone. In fact, he seemed more comfortable than some of the more frequent gamblers, even though he was not up enough in winnings to justify this.
However this was not to be noticed, as he glanced at his cards, with a planned shadow of a grin and tossed some chips into the pile.
Dex sipped his drink and leaned to look over his shoulder in the bar. There was occasionally a fight in these small nowhere bars, but this was a late night and a card game was going on, it was common courtesy not to make a commotion on one of these nights, not to mention not many locals of the small Orlyn town were the type to cause trouble. He sighed and saw the small frame of a young child standing near two shadily dressed characters. He sighed and called out.
“Would you mind kindly getting’ that child out of here? I do believe this is not a fitting place for one.” He quickly glanced at his cards and tossed a few chips and then laid the cards face down on the table, turning his full attention to the scene behind him, more out of curiosity than concern. Nothing interesting ever happened here.
The ranger watched as the girl was flung upon the floor, her form issuing a quick sob as it made collision with the ground. He closed his eyes for a moment, seeming reluctant as he sighed deeply before reopening them, his gaze coming to rest on the other rogue.
"You're making a scene." he spoke, extending a gloved hand with the palm open towards the other man, "How about I take that potion off your hands and we let everyone get back to their business?" he suggested with a tone that conveyed that it wasn't really a suggestion at all, but rather a command, or at the very least, a "strong recommendation".
Dex was watching the scene now, more intently, without glancing back at the card table he tossed a few more chips in as a raise and lifted his drink once more halfway to his lips. This is what children did when children wanted to be seen as adults, however the adults should at the very least should not take advantage of the poor sods, was it their fault they didn’t know any better? Where was the sport in stealing from children.
He shook his head and set his drink down without ever taking a sip. He was unimpressed, both rouges seemed to be making an awful mess of things. Handling the situation in an unnecessary manner, one that was likely to escalate to violence, however it seemed that the ranger, at the very least, was trying to put the fight out of the less experienced figure. He sighed, and stood up. He did not really care to get himself involved in the matter, but if violence was going to ensue, it could cause an awful fuss in his card game, someone might think it a proper time to flee without offering him his rightly earned winnings, not to mention that a bar fight was no place for a young potion maker.
“And of course the young… merchant… will be paid for her work,” He grinned putting his hand on the rangers shoulder, very carefully acting slightly drunk to disarm the opponent; put them off thoughts of violence. He reached into this pocket and pulled out 150 gil, leaned down and looked the kid in the eye.
“Here yah are, child… yes, I said child. Take it not as offence that you don’t receive the full price, your age, at least on my behalf, is not the factor at play here.” He sighed, glancing up at the rouge trying to cheat the young child, Dex was already paying more gil than he offered. He glanced back to the girl,
“You are a young merchant, no reputation, no proper shop, dealing in a back town pub,” he now spoke very quietly, to the girl directly, “many people take it as offence that you expect the full price without proving your mettle, take the money and you will turn a profit on your mixture at the least.” He handed her the gil, glancing at the ranger, showing that he meant to ill will by his interference.
“Thank you, sir, for your kind words.” She said to Dex and put the gil in her belt pouch.
“I will think about what you said until next time.”
She took another look at the Ranger before saying anything; she really had enough of rogues for one night. But somehow she could not help but to feel excited about the whole situation, it was such an immense feeling, the rush of danger and adventure. What she really wanted was just to try and go with them, maybe work as a healer or poison supplier; anything to feel this way again.
Meadow didn’t know what to say really so the only thing she could think of was;
“…Thank you… I guess I’ll be going now then…” She said with those big blue eyes that would make any warlord or hero melt inside.
Dex rolled his eyes as he stood up, grabbing the sleeping potion as he did so, and all the drunkenness in his act suddenly melting away. Yet again he looked, as he had before the incident, a figure of class and style. He straitened his shirt and put on a wryly grin.
“That would be for the best,” His eyes met with the child’s. He had no love of playing the good guy, and he most certainly had no love of parting with his gil, especially for something as silly as this. But it had been necessary, and not set him back much at all, and, even though the child had been a right pain in the ass, he couldn’t help admire the fact that she still managed to put that look in her eye. If he hadn’t been a con man of sorts himself, the look would have broken his heart.
He paid the rouge who started the mess no further heed and turned to face the ranger. “I believe you won’t mind if I keep this little trinket,” He held the vial of potion in front of him, “I did after all, pay for it rightfully.”
He kept the grin on his face, however he was troubled, he hadn’t meant to stay in this town, his current port of harbor one could say, for much longer anyways, but it might be for the best if he packed up and moved on in a hastily manner.
A thief, until now was concealed in darkness, invisible, approached Dex from behind, and stealthily placed a hand inside his pocket. Not to take what was not his, but to place inside it a card. Upon withdrawing his hand, the thief spoke in a whisper to Dex.
“Captain Dex, we’ll be waiting.” Then the thief melted back into the shadows, his figure was lost if Dex turned round. The thief was gone. Inside Dex’s pocket was the single card with the words, printed in black ink:
Come to the Aerodome. Dock 17. 3:30. Tonight. We have a job for you.
Sincerely, Wouldn’t you like to know?