Not so long ago, a caravan from Radz-at-Han had arrived at the port of Limsa Lominsa. The caravan belonged to a Hannish man named Bashir.. A Lominsan custom agent, a Sea Wolf named Greinblyss, was looking at the caravan’s manifest and inspecting said goods. “You got perfumes, spices, chemical reagents and here it says youContinue reading “An Extraordinary Staff”