Post by Eirian on Jun 5, 2020 10:31:24 GMT -5
The air over Babel was rife with magical energy, and buzzing with anticipation. The two forces mingle and dance, only serving to heighten Eirian's impatience as he drums his fingers on the nearby wall. He was here for excitement! For something new and fresh! He wasn't here to lollygag, waiting for some very shady people to turn up. Staring up at the innumerable pinpricks of light dotted across an ebony blanket, the elf drills himself on the objective to tide him over until his partners' arrival.
The perfectly legitimate and not shady in anyway group had enlisted him in a job in Babel: to look for and, ahem, acquire valuable materials to make a profit. Standard legitimate work business, very archetypal. A couple of other requests made Eirian think that maybe this place would be a regular stopping point for them, which was understandable - think of all the things hidden in that ivory tower! The richness of the magical energy lent itself to research, or so he'd heard - plenty of potential for investigating. Maybe he'd be in touch with these business partners again some day, he could hardly leave the doors unopened after getting so close. What sort of mystery-seeker would he be then?
The job was nothing like Eirian had done before - for one, he hadn't really worked in a group before. There were other, significantly more important issues, but they didn't need to be addressed. With his fingers still rhythmically tapping against the wall, he waits for the others to arrive.
The perfectly legitimate and not shady in anyway group had enlisted him in a job in Babel: to look for and, ahem, acquire valuable materials to make a profit. Standard legitimate work business, very archetypal. A couple of other requests made Eirian think that maybe this place would be a regular stopping point for them, which was understandable - think of all the things hidden in that ivory tower! The richness of the magical energy lent itself to research, or so he'd heard - plenty of potential for investigating. Maybe he'd be in touch with these business partners again some day, he could hardly leave the doors unopened after getting so close. What sort of mystery-seeker would he be then?
The job was nothing like Eirian had done before - for one, he hadn't really worked in a group before. There were other, significantly more important issues, but they didn't need to be addressed. With his fingers still rhythmically tapping against the wall, he waits for the others to arrive.
