[The month has, so far, been incredibly trying. The overgrowth that had come along with the equinox is still lingering in places, with the heavy rains causing inconveniences throughout the city, including flooding the lower floors of the hotel Balthier himself has been staying at. If he needed motivation to relocate, he supposes flooding would be more than sufficient, but in the meantime, he opts to do his part to investigate the situation in the Brociliande and join a few others in taking a trip to see the Archivist about current goings-on.
It is, simply put, a nightmare. He has two close calls with the intrusive vines that seem to have taken over the forest, and though he does manage to leave the Archivist's residents with extensive notes on how to deal with the current threat, the trip itself is exhausting and reminds him of just how much he hates doing everything on foot. What he wouldn't give for an airship...
As though being harried from such a journey weren't enough, he stumbles upon another rather nasty surprise upon returning to the city. After running a brief errand, he makes his way to a tavern he's come to frequent in the weeks since his arrival, intent on enjoying a drink before he heads back to his waterlogged hotel, but the moment he crosses the threshold, he spots someone sitting at the bar who simply shouldn't be there— namely, himself. Even from the back, there's no mistaking him, and Balthier frowns deeply as he quickly ducks into the shadows and out of line of sight of the bar in order to observe.
He leans against the banister to the stairs leading up to the second floor, letting a nearby pillar largely obscure him from view as he watches. The figure at the bar turns and gestures for someone nearby to join him, enough for Balthier to see his face and clearly recognize it as his own— and a moment later, he recognizes the young man who joins his double at the bar, as well, the very same man he'd encountered chasing down a common thief back at the Red Spring not so long ago.]
Well, then. Not how I had planned for my evening to go...
[This, he can only assume, is going to get terribly messy.]
claude: the answer is no
[The month has, so far, been incredibly trying. The overgrowth that had come along with the equinox is still lingering in places, with the heavy rains causing inconveniences throughout the city, including flooding the lower floors of the hotel Balthier himself has been staying at. If he needed motivation to relocate, he supposes flooding would be more than sufficient, but in the meantime, he opts to do his part to investigate the situation in the Brociliande and join a few others in taking a trip to see the Archivist about current goings-on.
It is, simply put, a nightmare. He has two close calls with the intrusive vines that seem to have taken over the forest, and though he does manage to leave the Archivist's residents with extensive notes on how to deal with the current threat, the trip itself is exhausting and reminds him of just how much he hates doing everything on foot. What he wouldn't give for an airship...
As though being harried from such a journey weren't enough, he stumbles upon another rather nasty surprise upon returning to the city. After running a brief errand, he makes his way to a tavern he's come to frequent in the weeks since his arrival, intent on enjoying a drink before he heads back to his waterlogged hotel, but the moment he crosses the threshold, he spots someone sitting at the bar who simply shouldn't be there— namely, himself. Even from the back, there's no mistaking him, and Balthier frowns deeply as he quickly ducks into the shadows and out of line of sight of the bar in order to observe.
He leans against the banister to the stairs leading up to the second floor, letting a nearby pillar largely obscure him from view as he watches. The figure at the bar turns and gestures for someone nearby to join him, enough for Balthier to see his face and clearly recognize it as his own— and a moment later, he recognizes the young man who joins his double at the bar, as well, the very same man he'd encountered chasing down a common thief back at the Red Spring not so long ago.]
Well, then. Not how I had planned for my evening to go...
[This, he can only assume, is going to get terribly messy.]