eorzea_unwoken | Gridania (Session 10/17/17)

Janvier sits in the inn where the team is staying. His armor is off, and he's carefully polishing it. His sword sits out, clearly next in line for some maintenance.

"Does anyone want me to take a look at your equipment? I'd love to make sure we're all in good condition, especially if we somehow wind up in jail. Got to look good for prison."

Janvier chuckles to himself at his terrible joke, and goes back to humming and polishing.

"I'd rather avoid prison, but yes, if there's anything you can do to maintain my gear, I would very much welcome that. In fact, if we have time, I should see if there are any ingredients I can find here to work on potions."

Janvier looks over Jiqera.

"Well, I'd be happy to help, but I mostly work on keeping the rust off of metal things. You'd want a weaver to help mend your clothing, if you want the best quality maintenance. I'm not used to working with cloth, as it didn't help much in the arena. You need leather and metal if you want to keep a sword outside of your chest cavity."

Janvier pauses for a moment. "If you've got a metal cane or something, I'd be happy to take a look at it. I also do think I remember one of our own mentioning that they were a weaver, but I'm not sure who."

"Ooooh, potion ingredients! I don't know what you need for that, but please, let me know if I can do anything to help!"

"Hm." Jiqe'ra wrinkles his nose. "Not much metal on me, I'm afraid. Once I start using the alembic, it could use maintenance, I suppose. As to potions, I suppose I should figure out how to make more antidotes first."

"I for one love the idea of more antidotes. Being poisoned was the worst feeling. I'd like to avoid it happening again. Do we know what we need to find to make an antidote?"

"I do! Should we go shopping and see if we can find the ingredients here? Maybe there's some food or pretty girls around too."

"Food sounds good. I'll leave the girls to you my friend. I have too much work to do"

R'tahka gives Janvier a dirty look. "I don't know that our near arrest is a joking matter; we were lucky that the local authorities overlooked our ignorance, rude as they might have been in the process."

She considers his offer, fingers absentmindedly playing with the ring around her neck. He seemed to know what he was doing well enough, and he hadn't been unkind to her even after she had revealed her race to the party, so maybe he could tend to her stuff as well.

"My brass knuckles and hammer have both seen some wear. Would you be willing to take a look at it? I'd be happy to tend to any jewelry you have in return."

"I'd be happy to help! I'll need to see your hammer and your knuckles."

Janvier sets aside his armor and pulls out a fresh cloth and his own hammer.

"I'd also be happy to accept your offer, but I'd need some Jewelry for you to look at. Currently I have nothing in that department. Anything you think would look good on me?"

Janvier winked and flashed a smile at R'tahka. A bad joke might hopefully fix the mood. He was still shaken by the near arrest, but he was trying not to show it. Ending up in a prison in Ul'dah was a fate to be avoided, and if prisons were bad at home, what were they like in foregin lands?

R'tahka hands over her items at his request. Her face turns bright red at the wink. People don't flirt with her. Ever. Usually they just shout, snarl, or ignore her. She's never gotten attention like this before and she doesn't know how to react. This is uncharted territory; how is she supposed to handle this? Does she bring it up? Does she wink back? She has no idea so she opts to just stare at him shocked for a moment. When she can finally speak again it's a little stilted.

"Necklace. Your hair is too long to show off earrings. I could make you one if we can get the materials. A necklace, I mean. If you want one."

Seriously what do

Janvier nods, seemingly oblivious to his compatriots strange behavior. "A necklace would be good. I'll have to keep it under my armor though. I would hate for someone to try and use it as a handhold during a fight. We didn't wear jewelry in the pit for that reason. Jewelry left you vulnerable to... creative fighting measures."

Janvier stares past R'tahka, absent mindedly starting to polish the hammer. He thinks back to a time where someone's gold necklace glinted in front of him in a fight...

He shakes his head a little, hair flopping everywhere. He smiles again, a little smaller this time.

"We'll have the polished up in no time. The biggest source of wear and tear on equipment is the lack of proper maintenance."

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