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spellsinger
Nov. 24th, 2021 06:44 pmPrev.
[ Ah, the tavern. The Sandsea, they call it. A familiar spot in Rabanastre for Fran, Balthier, and every other sky pirate you could name. It's been some time since they've dropped by, and what better time than now, on this warm evening?
They reach the entrance tucked away in one of the city's rare corners. The citrus-hued crystal lights framing the door glow brighter in the evening. That, or he never noticed it beforewith all of the drinks in him during previous visits. ]
Wonder if Tomaj will even remember us. [ He looks up at Fran with a knowing smirk. ] Who wouldn't?
[ Ah, the tavern. The Sandsea, they call it. A familiar spot in Rabanastre for Fran, Balthier, and every other sky pirate you could name. It's been some time since they've dropped by, and what better time than now, on this warm evening?
They reach the entrance tucked away in one of the city's rare corners. The citrus-hued crystal lights framing the door glow brighter in the evening. That, or he never noticed it before
Wonder if Tomaj will even remember us. [ He looks up at Fran with a knowing smirk. ] Who wouldn't?
