"Work on my accent, shall I? Everybody's a critic." Cid shook his head but there wasn't a hint of annoyance in his expression as he looked between the two of them. Making things uncomfortable for the oppressors? Taking what they want, giving nothing back? This was Cid's bread and butter, he lived for tearing down establishments.
Or at least he had before, and damn if being kidnapped and enslaved didn't ignite the firebrand in his chest.
He leaned over the map, noting locations of landmarks, committing what he could to memory. Wouldn't do to get lost on the way to a raid, now would it?
"Aye, lass, let's get on with it. Might do well instead to get eyes on the doors, see which one's the least guarded, slip in the back when no one's looking."
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Date: 2025-03-01 06:11 am (UTC)Or at least he had before, and damn if being kidnapped and enslaved didn't ignite the firebrand in his chest.
He leaned over the map, noting locations of landmarks, committing what he could to memory. Wouldn't do to get lost on the way to a raid, now would it?
"Aye, lass, let's get on with it. Might do well instead to get eyes on the doors, see which one's the least guarded, slip in the back when no one's looking."