[As the feed turns on, the viewers are greeted with a very feline-looking man, sporting both cat ears, as well as cat-like markings on his face. His features even seem to somewhat lean towards that of the feline persuasion as well!
He smiles, though it seems a hollow gesture at best.]
Grrreetings my fellow—rrresidents. Now—
[He brings his free hand to his chin, cupping it as his expression falls from the faux-smile it just held, to something a bit more conflicted.]
I come to you with a bit of a question—a prrroblem of sorts. As fate would have it, when I decided to allow myself a rrrest from my trrravels, to indulge my crrrying stomach with some of my rations I had found that they had been stolen by mold!
[At this point, he looks utterly helpless, his hand falling, his ears drooping a bit.]
Am I the only one to sufferrr such a misfortune? They had not been in such a state when I had brrreakfast, so the entire situation is as queer as it is dirrre!
[He places his free hand on his stomach, as if the pain of not being able to eat was relentless in its torture!]
If such an ill fortune is trrruly mine alone, then I would ask that if any arrre within my vicinity and you've the kind heart to spare me anything at all, I would foreverrr be in your debt.
Three
[The days travels were tiring to say the least. Luckily he and whoever he's traveling with found a place to settle into for the night, but little did that mean there wasn't more to explore! The house proved itself to be a sizable one, and so Lehko soon finds himself walking around. Truth be told, he's less exploring for the sake of exploring, and far more trying to find the best place to lay down and get comfortable for the evening.
Instead, he finds some strange writing, and his curiosity puts him in a strangle hold that shelves the idea of rest immediately. His eyes scan over the name and words with great interest, but confusion, and no short supply of doubt, clouds his mind. After a moment to ponder the message, he's quick to return to the main room of the house where he left his companion.]
I know well we have exhausted ourselves in our trrravel and you likely wish for little more than to rrrest, but I think you should come look at something I found—it's a message, but the name is not one I rrrecognized.
Mayhap you will.
[And with that, he pivots on his heel, gesturing to follow him.]
Lehko Habhoka | Final Fantasy XI
[As the feed turns on, the viewers are greeted with a very feline-looking man, sporting both cat ears, as well as cat-like markings on his face. His features even seem to somewhat lean towards that of the feline persuasion as well!
He smiles, though it seems a hollow gesture at best.]
Grrreetings my fellow—rrresidents. Now—
[He brings his free hand to his chin, cupping it as his expression falls from the faux-smile it just held, to something a bit more conflicted.]
I come to you with a bit of a question—a prrroblem of sorts. As fate would have it, when I decided to allow myself a rrrest from my trrravels, to indulge my crrrying stomach with some of my rations I had found that they had been stolen by mold!
[At this point, he looks utterly helpless, his hand falling, his ears drooping a bit.]
Am I the only one to sufferrr such a misfortune? They had not been in such a state when I had brrreakfast, so the entire situation is as queer as it is dirrre!
[He places his free hand on his stomach, as if the pain of not being able to eat was relentless in its torture!]
If such an ill fortune is trrruly mine alone, then I would ask that if any arrre within my vicinity and you've the kind heart to spare me anything at all, I would foreverrr be in your debt.
Three
[The days travels were tiring to say the least. Luckily he and whoever he's traveling with found a place to settle into for the night, but little did that mean there wasn't more to explore! The house proved itself to be a sizable one, and so Lehko soon finds himself walking around. Truth be told, he's less exploring for the sake of exploring, and far more trying to find the best place to lay down and get comfortable for the evening.
Instead, he finds some strange writing, and his curiosity puts him in a strangle hold that shelves the idea of rest immediately. His eyes scan over the name and words with great interest, but confusion, and no short supply of doubt, clouds his mind. After a moment to ponder the message, he's quick to return to the main room of the house where he left his companion.]
I know well we have exhausted ourselves in our trrravel and you likely wish for little more than to rrrest, but I think you should come look at something I found—it's a message, but the name is not one I rrrecognized.
Mayhap you will.
[And with that, he pivots on his heel, gesturing to follow him.]