You Want What?

Alistair couldn't quite put his finger on the reason why he was confused... Perhaps it was the experience of waking up in a place he didn't recognise... It could be the fact his head was still reeling from the night before... Then again it could have been the White Mage beating three shades of tar out of him...



He sat up... Shielding his eyes from the staff...



"Not the face... I need it to do stuff" He was cowering in fear. Shivering, holding his hands over his eyes.
His attacker did not look best pleased
"You idiot, what the hell do you think you're playing at?" She was screaming and started waving the staff again.
"You want gil? I have gil" He went for his bag. "See... Take what you want" A moth flew out.

Her eyes followed the moth across the room. "Been a slow month has it?" His lack of funds did not seem to amuse her.
Laughing, he put his bag away. "Well, not exactly. But you know how some nights out can be, someone gets hold of some crystals, you do some things you'll regret later and Bang! You wake up face down with a Mage on your case" Alistair smiled, the mage advanced on him threateningly.

"On Your CASE!!" Her hands were glowing... Primed and ready for spell casting. "I saved your bloody life... If it wasn't for me, you'd be explaining your mess to the Iron Musketeers"
He looked confused...
"Exactly how i thought you'd react" She reached in to her robes. "Look at this... I took it earlier"
She handed him a screen shot, it was of the fountain in Port Bastok.
"Nice... Fountain... How...Err... Ordinary"
She slapped him... "Not the fountain... Behind it..."
He looked again... And dropped the picture
"Hell..."
"See? Look what you've done" She said picking up the photo. Emblazoned on the wall in tall red letters were 'Red Mages Rule...'
Alistair swallowed nervously "Some night out eh?"

It was some time before she'd calmed down enough to put her staff away...
"So, what happens now?" He was sitting on the edge of the bed, playing with his fire sword.
"First, we get supplies, then we get out of Bastok... We can head to Jeuno... Then we'll be safe"
She stepped backwards as his sword ignited the curtains. "You're a liability you know that?"
Alistair grinned. "Well then... Shopping!"
She handed him some gil and a list, "Stay out of sight, and get these. Come back here with the items and we''ll move out"
"Why exactly do you want to help me so much? After all, wouldn't it be easier just to turn me over to the Musketeers?"
She wafted the smouldering curtains with a pillow, "Let's just say I have these feeling you'll be needed... Now go... Get the items"
He unfolded the crumpled list, It had one item quickly scribbled on it...
"Ginger Cookies... You want me to risk going out there... To get COOKIES?!" He looked mad...
"Don't argue with me... They'll help..."

He left in a hurry and angrily slammed the door behind him... The white mage perched herself next to the now burnt curtains. "He really doesn't seem to understand the properties of food..."
She turned away to pack her bag.
Meanwhile... Outside...
"Cookies... She wants Cookies... I bet this is a joke... Stupid mage... I don't even know her name..."

He set off towards the auction house...