The Cloudborne

Ondore’s Attendant: His Excellency the Marquis will meet with you shortly, bhadra. Please, make what preparations you must and go to the estate. You will find it at the northern end of Travica Way.

Timorous Bangaa: That Havharo… I don’t get ‘im. If it’s been me, I’d’ve gutted you and hung you out to dry, not let you out swimmin’ all over town. You keep quiet ‘bout what you seen in here, friend.

City Parijanah (talking to Ondore’s attendant): If it is directions you seek, bhadra, ask another parijanah. I am off duty. …Have you met with His Excellency? One can only hope he convinced you of the need for showing restraint on Bhujerba’s streets.

Melisa: Haa. Hello there, boy. Quite the performance back there. Do not think for a moment that all of us accept you. And watch what you say outside.

City Parijanah (talking to Melisa): A resistance, bhadra? Ah ha ha! How could such a thing exist in Bhujerba? We have always been neutral with regard to Archadia’s wars. If anyone asks you, I should hope you would say the same.

City Parijanah (talking to red bangaa): I am sorry, but I am off duty, you see. Hah! I have fooled you, bhadra! No, I am merely pretending to be a drunkard. I wait here to pass messages to those in the organization from other regions, you see.

Cloudborne Patron (moogle with yellow pom-pom): What’s wrong with a moogle wetting his throat, kupo? I may look small, but I’m more grown-up ‘n you! I know thots o’ lings! Er… lots o’ things!

Magu: Harrum? Melisa call for me? Haa… she didn’t? Then don’t give me a scare like that. (snort)

Cloudborne Patron (man sitting at table with woman): It was hard to relax and enjoy a cup back in Rabanastre with all them Imperials about. Here, I can drink all I like… to Bhujerba, and freedom!

The Cloudborne

City Parijanah (talking to patrons at table): Pardon. As you can see, I am occupied. If you have a question, you may ask another parijanah, please. This said, all the parijanah here are off duty, I should hope.

Shop Clerk (woman in green and pink top walking around): Hanta… I am so busy! It is because of that lazy Magu! He is that seeq in his cups and out of his wits by the barrel there. He is paid for this!?

Shop Clerk (moogle with green pom-pom): Care for some Bhujerban Madhu? It’s a local favorite, kupo! Oh, wait, you’re far too young, kupo. Come back later! Much later!

Cloudborne Patron (man leaning against wall talking to woman sitting on barrel): If you seek posted bills for hunting marks, you can find them on the board at the far end of the tavern, bhadra. Would you make a name for yourself? Then you’d do well to check there early, so another does not hunt all the marks before you!

Cloudborne Patron (woman sitting at table with two others): The Marquis supporting a resistance against the Empire? It is best not to speak of such nonsense in a place like this, bhadra. You never know who might be listening.

Cloudborne Patron (man in orange-brown shorts sitting at table with woman): When the Imperials were here, it was hard to relax and enjoy a cup. Now, I can drink to my heart’s content. As it so happens, my heart’s quite thirsty.

Cloudborne Patron (light blue seeq at bar): Have you tasted the spirit known as Bhujerban Madhu? It is a local favorite! Only reluctantly do we allow outsiders to drink it. Especially not boys! Come back when you are a man grown, and we shall see then.

Magu: Harrum? Melisa call for me? Kah!? A resist-er-rance? Mmrrrph. (snort) What’s that? Is it good eatin’?

Cloudborne Patron (moogle with yellow pom-pom): Oh, I’m here to meet a friend, kupo! But… he’s nowhere to be seen. I’m thirsty!

Melisa: Welcome to the Cloudborne, traveler, where all Bhujerba comes to forget the worries of the day. I’m the taverner, Melisa, at your service. Sit down, rest your feet, boy… Kah? A resistance? Crazy! All right, who gave this boy here a sip of the madhu?

City Parijanah (in blue jacket, talking to Melisa): A resistance against the Empire, bhadra? Surely, there are many in our city who dislike the Empire, yet the Marquis has ever remained neutral. Were such a group to form, why, they would all be arrested with due haste, I think.

Cloudborne Patron (man standing at bar talking to woman): There are many who believe that Bhujerba might defy the Empire with economic superiority, bhadra, but I disagree. Were the Imperials to block off our trade routes, the city would starve. It is an undeniable fact.

City Parijanah (talking to red bangaa): Begging your pardon, bhadra, but I am off duty, you see. Kah? An organization? His Excellency the Marquis Ondore against the Empire? Many big words, bhadra. Can you say this again, ten times, fast?

City Parijanah (leaning against bar with arms crossed): If it is directions which you seek, bhadra, ask another parijanah. I am off duty. Kah? A resistance against the Empire? Please, I am in no mood for such japery today.

Timorous Bangaa: Hold it, friend. Hrrm? A “Resistance”…? Bah! Nothing of the sort here, traveler. (Why do I always get the odd ones…)