Mahao'li chuckles and beams at Qana'to, blushing slightly at the compliment. "Why, thank you Ruunte Qana'to - I'm glad you think so." He quickly casts his gaze back out towards the sky at the end of the way, judging the time. "Shoes would be good; Of course, those can't be as easily adjusted or resized as these can, so we'll need to find a leatherworker or cobbler with decent stock, or who is taking commissions for custom made." 

"That is true, and I unfortunately don't know any of those in the area," he said. "I know a little of working with leather to care for my armor, as certainly must at least Naoh'li or one of the others. Perhaps we can get you what you need, or at least find someone else who could, if you could stay a while before your departure."

Mahao’li nods at the other man. “That seems reasonable, and I’d be most thankful for that assistance. I only landed in Limsa today, so I will be patronizing the shrine for at least a few more days before I depart.”

"Well, then, if you like what you've found, let's stop by the mongers for some fish to bring back to the shrine for dinner!" He swishes his tail and bounds toward the ramp down to the fisherman's guild. "Oh, the sights from the upper decks are worth a gander, too, if you aren't too tired for the climb."

Mahao'li giggles and bounds after the errant Miqo'te, slowing to fall into step beside him as they left the throngs crowding the Hawker's Alley. "Fresh fish sounds wonderful. I have some ingredients - I could make a stew, if you would like. A thank you for your assistance." He turned to the other man, flicking his ears playfully before continuing. "If my memory serves, the Upper decks connect to Lower La Noscea, and thence to the Bhenah, correct? We took the ferry here - why don't we make the climb, then take the land route home?"

Qana'to regards him with raised eyebrows. "It took me nigh on a month to get straight that the Lower Decks don't connect to Lower La Noscea," he laughs. "But you have the right of it before you even set foot there." He nods. "We can do that, yes. I think that would be a nice way to see the area, too. I like the ferry, but the walk will be a nice change of pace." He slows as they approach their destination and wrinkles his nose. "I was raised close to the ocean, and yet," he shakes his head, "I still find the smell of this much fresh fish a little stomach-churning. Did you eat much fish when you were younger?"

Mahao'li chuckles, bumping shoulder's with the other man. "If it makes you feel better, I've spent the better part of the past decade mapping the Lost City, so knowing what areas connect where is child's play. Now, knowing where specific places are in Limsa or La Noscea, on the other hand..." He trails off and shrugs, before turning to regard the tables before them. The salt scent was stronger here, but still masked by the smells of over 50 varieties of fish being sold, and his nose mirrors Qana'to's, the odor forcing him to take a step back, shaking his head. "Fish wasn't much of a staple for us - While we could fish the river, the schools weren't bountiful enough to make fish more than a casual fare. Antelope and boar were far more common." 

"See, those at least have the manners to smell decent after we hunt them," Qana'to joked before approaching the monger and haggling briefly, exchanging a few coins and then delicately taking the wrapped package and holding it under his arm. "I'm going to smell like fish myself for the next few hours," he grumbles, before smiling at Mahao'li. "I hope you enjoy the taste of halibut, since that is what was plentiful today. Up the steps now?" he confirms before they set off for the stairwell.

"Right up until Elder Jakkya gets her hands on them!" Mahao'li chuckles. "As wonderful as the elder is, she cannot cook to save her life." He shoots a smile at his companion, moving to pull the fish out from beneath his arm. "Nothing says you can't take another bath when we return - the stew will take a while to prepare, you'd have time to."

"No, no, I can carry it. You just enjoy the view," he says as they come out of the stairwell and onto the walkway in the Upper Decks. "I think over here is one of my favorite spots. You can see Middle La Noscea over that way, and Lower off to the right, over there."

Mahao’li flicks his tail, rolling his eyes playfully before moving towards the area Qana’to had indicated. His eyes widen in awe as he takes in the view, mouth spreading wide with joy as he took in the vista below him.

“This is beautiful!” He calls over the wind, stronger now that they were high above the waves.

"I used to sit near here while practicing arcanima," Qana'to says, nodding off down the bridge. "Mostly while eating lunch. My first grimoire was pretty beat up after a few months. Luckily it was cheap." He looks back toward Mahao'li. "I saw you with a spear when you arrived, but you were researching Golmorre. Do you wield magic as well?"

Maho'li chuckled and shook his head, shifting to sit on the ledge before them and motioning for Qana'to to do the same. "Not Gelmorra - Amdapor. I have no intention of ever wandering into those tunnels if I can help it." He shudders slightly before returning to the keeper's question. "I know some - bits and pieces of Conjury I picked up during the original expedition." He looks around dramatically, before dropping his voice to a stage whisper "And we won't tell the Seed-seers about the White-Magic tomes I found during my solo expeditions."

"Secrets are the seeds of kings," Qana'to replies with a smile, quoting an ancient saying. "And I'll see the seas boil before I let them be in charge of anything." He looks off over the water. "I used to be quite, shall we say, skeptical of the value of that practice, to be honest. I went and learned a nearly dead art just to avoid it, I guess you could say. Their stinginess turned me off of it for years. Even so, I'm glad you've wrestled some of it from them."

He stands in silence for a bit before shifting uncomfortably. "We should keep walking before this thing in my hand starts to smell even worse."

Mahao'li nodded and hopped off the bannister, gesturing in offer to take the fish again. "Like I said, it's another excuse to bathe some more when we get back." Shaking his head at Qana'to's refusal to yield the fish, he falls into step beside him, bumping shoulders with him as they make their way out towards Lower La Noscea. 

"Having read several first hand accounts of the War of the Magi, and having encountered more than a few of the more sinister White-Magic devices, I can't necessarily say I blame them all that much. Certainly, I wouldn't want all and sundry to have some of those powers described."

“Nym is still underwater, I suppose,” Qana’to concedes as they approached the great series of bridges and towers that connected the city to the mainland. “Even with that consideration, I don’t know if I’d pick them as the guardians, though. Maybe someone less afraid of a giant tree.” He chuckles and holds the bottom of his tunic down as the coastal wind gusts and threatens to blow it upward, leaving his legs totally uncovered in the sudden chill. “Ooh, that’s a storm wind, I bet. We may be getting some rain soon.”

Mahao'li likewise holds his tunic in place, casting his gaze to the sky above. "Mmmm, no sign of rain on the horizon, but I imagine storms come rolling in much quicker here. We'd best hurry home, to be safe." He smiles at the other keeper, picking up the pace as they make their way across the span of the Tempest Gate. "Aptly named bridge," He quips, as another gust of wind sends their tunics dancing

“Gusts into the harbor usually bring moisture, especially from the south,” he replied thoughtfully. “Maybe that is why the gate got the name. I can’t say, though.” A particularly cantankerous gust forces him to brace and nearly sends the fish in his hand tumbling back toward its origin. “Llymlaen is a fickle mistress around here! It was so calm when we arrived an hour ago.”

Mahao'li wraps an arm around the other keeper's shoulders, helping him brace against the gale that seemed to be forming around them, his lithe body taunt as he fought against the breeze. "Fickle is an understatement! If I didn't know better, I'd think she was conspiring to toss us from the bridge!"

He laughed, taking Qana'to's free arm and breaking into a sprint when the gust abated, ushering his companion to the safety of the La Noscean shore. "Phew... at least we're safer here"

Qana’to pants and looks at his companion with a groan of exhaustion. He was perhaps a touch out of shape. “That is—hopefully true. It is—blustery, isn’t it? Maybe we can—walk—from here. I can’t—Esuna—exhaustion.” He tries to giggle but coughs instead.

Mahao'li giggles and nods, His breathing having barely changed from the exertion. Benefits of being a lancer, he supposed. "Yes, I'm sorry - I did not wish to see you flung off the bridge. We can walk now that we're safely back on land." He smiles and rubs his companions back, letting him rest and recuperate his breath. "Not much for athletics?"

“No, no, I just haven’t had to sprint specifically in a while. I’m usually jogging at length and then standing still to cast,” he replies. It takes only a moment for him to recover his composure, and he grins tautly. “I’m fine, really. Though maybe I ought to pick up a spear again just to keep from falling behind on bridges.”

Mahao'li grins tauntingly at the other keeper, falling into step beside him as they resume their journey. "Ahh, from what you told me earlier, you're already incredibly proficient with your spear."

Qana’to rolls his eyes and body-checks his companion languidly. “That was meant as an invitation to practice with you, but since you mention it, I can demonstrate that first if you like.”

Mahao’li chuckles and returns the motion, beaming at his companion. “Oh, I would love a sparring partner - it has been too long since I’ve had the chance to train with another person.” He winks at the Ruunte, playfully swishing his tail against the others leg. “I wouldn’t say no to a demonstration either.”