At the mention of the Blades, Ibakha's expression twists. First a scowl, then into realization, and then some kind of sadistic glee.
"Aye." Her voice is sharper than her sword at this point. "Aye, I am well aware of how Ul'dah does things. Cowards who hide behind coin. Blades who have sold their souls to their masters. A city that has forgotten hospitality. 'T'is a city I owe a great debt to."
Somehow, it seems likely she means less a debt of 50 gil, and more that she owes the entire city an ass-kicking.
"I shall take great satisfaction in proving to this man the worthlessness of money, and to any Blades who help him. Let us go where you wish, then."
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"Aye." Her voice is sharper than her sword at this point. "Aye, I am well aware of how Ul'dah does things. Cowards who hide behind coin. Blades who have sold their souls to their masters. A city that has forgotten hospitality. 'T'is a city I owe a great debt to."
Somehow, it seems likely she means less a debt of 50 gil, and more that she owes the entire city an ass-kicking.
"I shall take great satisfaction in proving to this man the worthlessness of money, and to any Blades who help him. Let us go where you wish, then."