[ The old concierge pauses, raising one of his many arms to scratch at a bald spot that rests on the crown of his head. He mutters something, as if it were a spell to remember his bearings. Eventually, the answer comes. ]
Mmm...Yes... Yes, she did. Came through town asking for a job. We don't turn away people looking for a job out here. Economy is good enough to afford it. She's always mumbling something about some... man or other.
[ Aerith looks to Cloud for a moment, tilting her head. He might be as easy to read as a book for her, but sometimes, she wonders how others will take it. ]
You sure you don't want a room rental?
[ This time, she'll let him answer. Looks like the old coot is determined to try and get money out of them, speaking of the economy. ]
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Mmm...Yes... Yes, she did. Came through town asking for a job. We don't turn away people looking for a job out here. Economy is good enough to afford it. She's always mumbling something about some... man or other.
[ Aerith looks to Cloud for a moment, tilting her head. He might be as easy to read as a book for her, but sometimes, she wonders how others will take it. ]
You sure you don't want a room rental?
[ This time, she'll let him answer. Looks like the old coot is determined to try and get money out of them, speaking of the economy. ]