With the town fully occupied with excitement over the progressing Blitzball games, the Weapon Shop Keeper had declared business fruitless for the day and sent Ramza on his way from his usual shift.
The blond wandered through the crowd with his head down and his posture rigid. The constant high-pitched drone of the whatever they were put him on edge, and he was jumpier than he had been in a long time. The noise and the crowd and the recent reminders of life as a heretic reawakened an itch in his spine, the silent paranoid scream in his mind that he was too exposed, that an assassin could lurk anywhere and he'd never hear them approached with all that damnable noise and bustling motion every time something happened in the arena.
Ramza looked up to navigate past a queue forming around a particularly popular food stand. He spotted an unfamiliar Hero in the crowd, and seeing his annoyance mirrored in the other's pale face, gave him a commiserating nod.
Aqures Ixen, Daytime during the world cup
The blond wandered through the crowd with his head down and his posture rigid. The constant high-pitched drone of the whatever they were put him on edge, and he was jumpier than he had been in a long time. The noise and the crowd and the recent reminders of life as a heretic reawakened an itch in his spine, the silent paranoid scream in his mind that he was too exposed, that an assassin could lurk anywhere and he'd never hear them approached with all that damnable noise and bustling motion every time something happened in the arena.
Ramza looked up to navigate past a queue forming around a particularly popular food stand. He spotted an unfamiliar Hero in the crowd, and seeing his annoyance mirrored in the other's pale face, gave him a commiserating nod.