[ Ikar Kestrel: confirmed to have a serious case of the crabs. It's now canon. No takebacksies! ]
No more and no less than anywhere else in Eorzea. Take what you can, and pray to the Navigator you will never have cause to use it.
[ Does Merlwyb have, in fact, a grand total of two (2) muskets on her person at all times? Yes.
Is she going to lend one to him? No.
Half because she loathes the idea of anyone but herself laying a finger on Mistbeard's guns (A certain Marshal would turn an interesting shade of purple if he were privy to that thought), and the other half because some fool Hyur with no arm for firearms could as easily send shot through his foot as one of the wendigo. So sorry, Ikar. You're on your own as far as hitty sticks and slashy tools are concerned.
As for the potions, she shakes her head slightly - the gash in her side isn't worth bothering with - intent on watching his little smallshell friend scuttle around happily in his owner's wake without a care in the world. ]
I have little need for one, but my thanks for the offer.
[ Ikar. Babycakes. Sweetheart. Darling. If the full Admiral regalia isn't enough to clue you in, she's certainly not going to volunteer any information offhand. But from the way she crosses her arms over her chest, one pale eyebrow arched, she's finding some entertainment in eluding an outright introduction. ]
Do I? Well, far be it from me to assume everyone need be a stranger. [ Whoops there's that almost-but-not-quite smug grin of hers. The one she usually slings at Marshal Eynzahr to great effect. ] We may have spoken in Limsa Lominsa. Perhaps not.
I WAS SO MAD Z was being a butt
No more and no less than anywhere else in Eorzea. Take what you can, and pray to the Navigator you will never have cause to use it.
[ Does Merlwyb have, in fact, a grand total of two (2) muskets on her person at all times? Yes.
Is she going to lend one to him? No.
Half because she loathes the idea of anyone but herself laying a finger on Mistbeard's guns (A certain Marshal would turn an interesting shade of purple if he were privy to that thought), and the other half because some fool Hyur with no arm for firearms could as easily send shot through his foot as one of the wendigo.
So sorry, Ikar. You're on your own as far as hitty sticks and slashy tools are concerned.
As for the potions, she shakes her head slightly - the gash in her side isn't worth bothering with - intent on watching his little smallshell friend scuttle around happily in his owner's wake without a care in the world. ]
I have little need for one, but my thanks for the offer.
[ Ikar. Babycakes. Sweetheart. Darling. If the full Admiral regalia isn't enough to clue you in, she's certainly not going to volunteer any information offhand. But from the way she crosses her arms over her chest, one pale eyebrow arched, she's finding some entertainment in eluding an outright introduction. ]
Do I? Well, far be it from me to assume everyone need be a stranger. [ Whoops there's that almost-but-not-quite smug grin of hers. The one she usually slings at Marshal Eynzahr to great effect. ] We may have spoken in Limsa Lominsa. Perhaps not.