This shining city built of gold, a far cry from innocence [Active]

[a-spikyfriend.livejournal.com]

Character(s): Naja Salaheem, anyone else
Content: Naja's hoping for business to be dealt with.
Setting: Carta Para Ti
Time: All day :O
Warnings: None, really.

Party-style so she can talk to different people throughout the day if... she does get folk XD



If Balthier was back, then perhaps there were others. If they had made it out in the first place, at least. She would like to think she knew how to pick the more reliable ones, but hey, even she couldn't be too sure what lay beyond the fields. ... Something she could use, that's what she needed. Something more than just people.

She taps along her desk then stands, pacing around the office, pondering payment and how she could pay them as little as possible. But she was a business woman at heart, a damn good one, too. Naja looks towards her door, propped open in welcoming and lets out a frustrated sigh. "I can't afford to cut corners here."

Paixao. Ruining everything.

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[freedominthesky.livejournal.com]

So it was a matter of location and symbols, then. Shame, that. He would have liked to hear the makeup of the coin. Balthier stares at the coin a moment, thinking to himself, weighing the pros and cons of each choice. He almost misses when she gives details about the reward, but manages to break from his thoughts just in time.

"And what might that amount be?" A low one, no doubt. Most people were all-too-hesitant to part with their gil. Understandably so, but it was always so bothersome to pry the deserved amount from the hirer's hands, and something told him this was going to be an especially difficult case.

[venit-ex-silva.livejournal.com]

"Trade partners, perhaps?" That would offer reason enough to adopt something similar enough to their methods of payment. But it held little enough interest overall. What mattered here and now was the matter of payment, not the details of a world that was similar and yet not to the one she knew best.

A strange place, this city. But this she had known for some time.

[a-spikyfriend.livejournal.com]

"Mmmm, trade partners, yes. That sounds about rrright." Close enough, at least. Although she didn't quite trust Jeuno getting their noses into the Empire's business. It may have given her an influx of mercenaries, but it didn't mean she had to like it. She turns her eyes up to Balthier, seriousness and honesty within them despite the lie she was about to tell, "800 gil," she tells them.

Perhaps depending on the quality of their information she would 'raise' it to 1200. But of course... that was only the price she decided on for Sentinels, which they were not. Heh. Unless they signed contracts to her company, they were getting half that reward.

[freedominthesky.livejournal.com]

800 gil... Not too terrible a price, he supposed, though he wouldn't mind something a bit higher. "Well then, in that case we might be able to offer a little something of worth. Let's see..." he begins, continuing to toy with the coin in his hand as he talks.

"You'd be surprised where a door can lead. Secret rooms, a hidden trove of treasures, a quick escape... In this case we managed to stumble upon another world entirely." He lets this sink in a moment. "Quite the place, too. Real plants, a real sky, and a long stretch of beach. Pity the locals weren't so friendly, or it could have been a prime spot for a little rest and relaxation."

[venit-ex-silva.livejournal.com]

"It would seem another world, even. Were it not for the fact that it was but a simple door that led there."

And she had felt little that would have suggested the door being the threshold of some great portal. There had been some manner of strangeness, that much was true, but what it was she had little way of telling. This world's workings were yet strange to her and would likely remain so for some time.

"Some may find it enjoyable all the same."

Some as in 'very few' but it would work well enough either way.