#Akward-Sultana Speaks

[awkward-sultana]

I forget how YELLOW this show is

[novaeagle]

[ ● ] my muse catches yours snooping through their belongings.

A/N: I used your Hyur Fox for this, and I hope I didn’t take too many liberties with his actions/words. I tried to glean as much about him as possible from your Tumblr. Enjoy my late night answers lol.

Casimir didn’t know what to make of the odd Hyur he had found snooping in his gear. The boy wriggles in his grasp, having been lifted into the air upon being discovered, and was growling at Casimir. “Put me down ya great lump! What’d’ya think yer doin, eh? Man handlin’ a poor boy like me. Ye heartless adventurer’s always kickin’ us around like pests!”

“Silence, lad. I have no intention of hurting you. Tell me the truth and I won’t have to, but lie to me and you would wish I had handed you over to the Flames.” The reddish-orange haired boy quiets down, getting a gleaming look in his eye as Casimir questions him. “Why were you rifling through my stuff?”

“I’m famished, ser. Famished! I ain’t had a decent meal in days, and I gots my brothers and sisters to take care of to boot!” Casimir frowns at him, pulling him close so they were eye to eye, before shrugging, letting the boy drop to the ground on the other side of the fire.

“Very well. Sit. I’ll feed you, then, I’ll give you food for your family.” The man pulls out a few pieces of food, setting a small pan on the fure and tossing a bit of dried meat in it with a dash of water. Soon it was sizzling, filling the air with the smell of rasting meat. Casimir kept an eye on his charge, watching as he flicked his eyes from Casimir, to the food, then back to the man. He hadn’t been lying about being hungry, it was hard to get a decent meal, and this Adventurer was cooking for him! Even after catching him trying to steal! It only took a few minutes of cooking and adding various other ingredients to it, but soon the boy had a plate of food, a bowl of stew, a jug of mead and a hunk of bread sitting in front of him. He watched warily as the tall man sat on the other side of the fire, stretching his legs out and sipping on his own mead, and gnawing a piece of jerky. “Eat, boy, eat! A man can’t take care of his family if he can’t take care of himself! I have plenty left in my pack for them, and I can buy plenty more food when I get to Ul’Dah.”

The boy dug in, chewing and talking at the same time. “M’ fam’y is hidden. I don’ wan’ anyone fin’in’ them.” He was lying, Casimir could tell. He leaned forward,

“Do you really have a family?” The boy perks up, glaring back,

“Ah’ do!”

“Do? Or did?” The young Hyur tenses, glaring at the man as his hands start to shake a little. “I don’t care for lies, little one. You tell me the truth, I’ll take care of you, you lie to me, I leave you for the bugs. I will accept silence as an answer before I accept a lie. So... do you have a family?” The boy glares at him, and Casimir waits a heartbeat before nodding, “Eat. Then tell me only what you wish.”

It didn’t take long for the food to dissapear, Casimir didn’t make it akward either, by staring at him constantly, but he did talk some. About where he was going, about some odd monsters he had met, a job he had taken. Finally the boy sat back,

“I do have a family... I... don’t know where they are.” Casimir nods, and stays silent, waiting for him to continue. “Stealin’ has always been m’ job. From helpin’ crooks and criminals in Ul’Dah to havin’ to fend for m’self once their rings got destroyed. The Sultansworn have a new attack dog, some call him the White Demon. He’s a Dark Knight, but every piece o’ armor he wears is white. Pure white. An’ his sword is bigger than anythin’ I’ve seen.” Casimirs eyes widen, and he glances around warily. He leans back against his pack, feeling the edge of his armor dig into his shoulder blades. The thin pale white shirt he had on didn’t offer much protection, nor did the loose black pants he wore, but it did offer a disguise. “No one else will hire me, an’ I don’ have the skills for adventurin’ either.” The boy falls silent, taking a sip of his mead. Casimir knew this was all he was going to get from him, so he grabs his wineskin, pouring them both a new cup before sitting back,

“I’m on my way to Ul’Dah to learn how to use a sword and shield. I was a cook in Limsa, and was taught how to use the Axe fairly well while I was there as well.” He pulls out a well worn wood axe, the head a bit bigger than normal, designed for fighting instead of wood chopping, “I don’t plan on getting into anything too sketchy so the Sultansworn don’t notice me, but if Ul’Dah is anything like Limsa... it’ll be difficult.” The boy stares at him, and Casimir meets his gaze with a smirk,

“You’re lying to me.”

“Nope. Every word I’ve said is the truth, but... there were a lot of words I DIDN’T say.” Casimir smirks, and the boy frowns,

“You’re not from Limsa are you?”

“I’m from Dravania. I made my way through Limsa to learn how to cook and swing an axe, and now I’m on my way to Ul’Dah to learn how to use a sword and shield.”

“What’s your name?”

“Casimir.”

“Casimir...?” The boy paused, leaving his name opened ended but Casimir merely smiles at him, taking a sip of his mead. The boy huffs, “You have an interestin’ way with words Casimir.” He laughs, nodding,

“Yessir! There’s a whole language of subterfuge you need to learn as well, and Limsa has the Rogues guild, where you can learn aaalll about it as well. Now, what’s your name?”

“Fox.” Casimir raises his eyebrows, and Fox tries to copy his easy smile, taking a sip of his own mead. Casimir laughs again, reaching across,

“A pleasure, Fox.” The boy shakes his hand, the two exchanging grins,

“Indeed! Thank you for the food.”

“Of course. I’ve known what hunger is like too often to deny a meal to a starving person. What say you we travel back to Ul’Dah together? I could possibly set you up with the Gladiator Guild as well, we could train together.” Fox hesitates, blushing a little,

“I uuh... ran into some trouble with them.”

“With my weight behind your name, they could take you in.”

“... I’ll think about it... you leave a lot of words unspoken...” Fox stares at this man, wondering just how much ‘weight’ his name pulled. Casimir laughs again, cleaning up and repacking his gear,

“We all do, Fox. Maybe one day I’ll speak some of my unspoken words.” Fox merely hums, helping clean his own dishes and handing them to the man as he throws his pack on his back. “Before we get in sight of Ul’Dah, here.” He places a bag of Gil in the boys hands, “I don’t care if you have enough to survive, use that to buy some better gear and equipment for yourself because you owe me still. I fed you after I caught you trying to steal from me, by all rights you should be in the Flames hands right now.” Fox bristles,

“I don’t owe you-...” Casimir was right, he did feed him, and he did spare him from that. “I don’t care.”

“You will when you hear how you can repay me.”

“I don’t-“

“The Syndicate is going to be moving a few million gil from Ul’Dah to Gridania, a large Caravan will leave from the Sultanas Gate and head along the road, guarded by his own private army. It’s a ruse. A smaller wagon will head out the night before through the Gate of Thal, going along backroads, and will have two mercenaries guarding it, a driver and a Gladiator. Someone could easily sneak into it as it exits the gates and take what they want.” Fox stares at the man,

“And you want me...”

“Take what you want... then make sure that wagon never reaches Gridania. They’re going to bribe Gridania to give them more land for their homes, and for their... sciences. I don’t want that to happen.” Fox stared at the man as he started walking away, and scurried to catch up.

“Say I accept your offer..” Casimir only glances at him, “How do you expect me to take on two mercenaries?”

“Easy. They’ll be going through a tunnel after they pass by the Dispatch Yard. Get off, and shout something about the White Demon you mentioned earlier. They’ll panic and hopefully flee. If not, you’re a smart boy. You can think of something.” Fox hums, then nods slowly,

“Aye, I can think o’ somethin’...”

[awkward-sultana]

Being a therapist on tumblr is a bummer because I see so many text posts on here that I want to show my patients and be like “hahahaha that’s you!” and knowing that in no way would it end well.