#Leodaire Aurifort

[hiromaniac]

Pawn

Things had been going pretty smoothly for Leodaire recently. It had been a bit of a strain when he had taken in the puppy that he had found wandering outside his apartment, but he reworked his spending and made it work. Finding the pup had also gotten him introduced to the Miqo’te lass downstairs who he had been starting to talk more with. He had a bit of spending money extra at the end of the month and had decided to buy something with it. His trip into Limsa today had actually been to look for a new shirt to wear to dinner with the lass, provided she was interested of course. He hadn’t actually gotten around to asking her out yet.

The markets were always bound to have something interesting. All manner of goods passed through the trade city and all manner of trinkets and baubles were pawned off to traders in exchange for basic equipment a new sailor would need. He always took it upon himself to check the pawn for anything of interest that he might find some delight in buying. He also always dreaded that he would find something he must buy.

Today was one of such days. Sitting on the counter was a four-barreled pistol. It was in terrible condition under the rust and barnacles (several of which appeared to have been shoddily removed), but the shape was unmistakably that of the custom pistol of his old bosun. It had been years since he last saw it.

“Draw yer attention, eh? Interesting piece. Sold to me by ‘n’venturer who found it in the belly o’ a shark. Of course the bastard tried an remove summa the barnacles and did a shoddy job of it.” The merchant’s cough implied the adventurer may not have tried to remove the barnacles. “Musta been quite a journey fer it to collect all that an still be swallowed by a shark. You interested in it?”

Leodaire frowned as he felt the gil pouch weigh heavily in his hand, but it was outweighed by the ruined pistol weighing heavily in his heart. He looked down at his shirt which was plain but still in good condition. After a long moment he made the inevitable decision to postpone asking out his neighbor.