He smiled, and nuzzled the top of her head, picking up the nervous timbre in her tone. "Yes, it is indeed.. Though I will be safe enough.. I am taking Gabranth with me, and I will be travelling to a place I called home, and another should be safe enough." he chuckled, and rubbed her hip gently, "Would you be more comfortable if I took someone else with me..?"
She paused for a long moment then looked at him. "Balthier. He and his wife, Fran, are notorious criminals but they are my dear friends. I would be greatly at ease... though they shall not do it for free." She chuckled lightly, smiling softly. "Fran may, but Balthier would not. He will either demand payment up front or collateral until you can pay him." Indeed, she knew that was one pirate who gave no favours.
"Payment? Well.. I'm sure you could find something that a pirate would want." he smiled, "I would be happy to traipse around with the same criminal element that you have experience with, my dear." he bit her ear amourously, then turned to take another long drink of his ale.
She smiled, laughing lightly. "Indeed, we'll likely have something to catch his keen eye. Still, I'd prefer we find solid payment. The last time I required his paid services, I was resigned to giving him Rasler's ring as collateral." She pouted a little then. "He was very delicate about it, but ruthless all the same," she added, sipping her drink slowly.
"Pirate." he smirked, "Zack and Lightning'll wind up like that.. I heard from 'em the last time they were in port. They want an audience with Prince Rasler, for some odd reason or another." he didn't really know what those two would want with the Prince.. likely returning something they'd stolen on their trip there.
"King Rasler," she correctedly absently. "He is King of Nabradia," she smiled slightly then, noticing the irony that she and Rasler had become Queen and King... but of different countries. "I do not doubt that they'll eventually become more and more like those more ruthless, yet the day they surpass Legends in notoriety and sheer brutality, I will pass off my crown to a Rozarrian." She held slightly ill feelings over Dalmasca being a battle ground between Archadia and Rozarria.
"King Rasler." he repeated with a small smile, "I doubt that either her or Zack have the desire to remain pirates forever.. they do not steal from anyone besides Cocoon's military since their first outing with the Nethecite. I do not know what they do with the weapons, but I have noticed armor, medicines, and other luxury items have been trickling into the marketplace.." he sighed softly, and leaned back in his chair, "I do believe they are fighting my war for me, whether they realize it or not." Snow sounded regretful.. and gave her a look that betrayed his feelings; Snow felt as if he'd let his entire Team, especially his tactician.. well.. down.
"They do what they desire and aid those in need. It is admirable. Not pirate, but admirable." She turned her head to look at him, frowning a little. "She will grow to understand, Snow. I recall that at her age I rampaged with a Resistance. She is young and fierce. A woman like her, like myself, finds it difficult to realise when her own opinion is not most important."
"I suppose so.. she was always difficult that way.." for a moment, he seemed almost morose, dwelling on something he dreaded would happen one day, but then he shook himself and smiled, "I thought were were getting hammered, hmm?" he downed the rest of his drink; bravely, judging from the smears on the glass.
Ashe nodded firmly, once, and emptied her glass. Gesturing to the barmaid, the Queen ordered three more rounds. The woman quickly brought six pints of ale to the table and ashe took on, drinking down half a pint right off. "Mngh... it still tastes vile," she laughed, crossing her legs on her seat. Her feet were bare, and filthy, as any Rabanastran woman tended to not wear shoes in the city. There were exceptions, but most everyone was barefoot most of the time.
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She paused for a long moment then looked at him. "Balthier. He and his wife, Fran, are notorious criminals but they are my dear friends. I would be greatly at ease... though they shall not do it for free." She chuckled lightly, smiling softly. "Fran may, but Balthier would not. He will either demand payment up front or collateral until you can pay him." Indeed, she knew that was one pirate who gave no favours.
"Payment? Well.. I'm sure you could find something that a pirate would want." he smiled, "I would be happy to traipse around with the same criminal element that you have experience with, my dear." he bit her ear amourously, then turned to take another long drink of his ale.
She smiled, laughing lightly. "Indeed, we'll likely have something to catch his keen eye. Still, I'd prefer we find solid payment. The last time I required his paid services, I was resigned to giving him Rasler's ring as collateral." She pouted a little then. "He was very delicate about it, but ruthless all the same," she added, sipping her drink slowly.
"Pirate." he smirked, "Zack and Lightning'll wind up like that.. I heard from 'em the last time they were in port. They want an audience with Prince Rasler, for some odd reason or another." he didn't really know what those two would want with the Prince.. likely returning something they'd stolen on their trip there.
"King Rasler," she correctedly absently. "He is King of Nabradia," she smiled slightly then, noticing the irony that she and Rasler had become Queen and King... but of different countries. "I do not doubt that they'll eventually become more and more like those more ruthless, yet the day they surpass Legends in notoriety and sheer brutality, I will pass off my crown to a Rozarrian." She held slightly ill feelings over Dalmasca being a battle ground between Archadia and Rozarria.
"King Rasler." he repeated with a small smile, "I doubt that either her or Zack have the desire to remain pirates forever.. they do not steal from anyone besides Cocoon's military since their first outing with the Nethecite. I do not know what they do with the weapons, but I have noticed armor, medicines, and other luxury items have been trickling into the marketplace.." he sighed softly, and leaned back in his chair, "I do believe they are fighting my war for me, whether they realize it or not." Snow sounded regretful.. and gave her a look that betrayed his feelings; Snow felt as if he'd let his entire Team, especially his tactician.. well.. down.
"They do what they desire and aid those in need. It is admirable. Not pirate, but admirable." She turned her head to look at him, frowning a little. "She will grow to understand, Snow. I recall that at her age I rampaged with a Resistance. She is young and fierce. A woman like her, like myself, finds it difficult to realise when her own opinion is not most important."
"I suppose so.. she was always difficult that way.." for a moment, he seemed almost morose, dwelling on something he dreaded would happen one day, but then he shook himself and smiled, "I thought were were getting hammered, hmm?" he downed the rest of his drink; bravely, judging from the smears on the glass.
Ashe nodded firmly, once, and emptied her glass. Gesturing to the barmaid, the Queen ordered three more rounds. The woman quickly brought six pints of ale to the table and ashe took on, drinking down half a pint right off. "Mngh... it still tastes vile," she laughed, crossing her legs on her seat. Her feet were bare, and filthy, as any Rabanastran woman tended to not wear shoes in the city. There were exceptions, but most everyone was barefoot most of the time.