[It would seem Khamu'wo got a memo about a certain Highlander woman of Empyrean Bellatorum persuasion who was making a mess of herself at the bar. As per usual, one would say. Seeing as no one else had the stones to go and collect her from the Quicksands (or in Zanou'a's case, had the authority to opt out), Khamu'wo finds himself burdened with the task.
Ul'dah is far from his favorite of the City-States, scant times has he graced its streets, especially if he could help it. Now he finds himself walking into one of its more deplorable establishments—at least as far as he's concerned, anyway. It doesn't take long to spot her, not when what might block his vision would only do so if his eyes were firmly planted in his knee caps.
With quiet, yet purposeful steps, he approaches her at her place at the bar, none too sure how deep into her cups she is.]
Ceridwen, 'twould seem you have overstayed your welcome. May we be off?
[Please make this easy for him... he is begging the Twelve here...]
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Ul'dah is far from his favorite of the City-States, scant times has he graced its streets, especially if he could help it. Now he finds himself walking into one of its more deplorable establishments—at least as far as he's concerned, anyway. It doesn't take long to spot her, not when what might block his vision would only do so if his eyes were firmly planted in his knee caps.
With quiet, yet purposeful steps, he approaches her at her place at the bar, none too sure how deep into her cups she is.]
Ceridwen, 'twould seem you have overstayed your welcome. May we be off?
[Please make this easy for him... he is begging the Twelve here...]