The adventures of Rin, the Al Bhed salesman.
Rin was always an Al Bhed salesman. Even in his younger days [He was still young, mind you.
Some days, however, he wishes he wasn't.
"Al Bhed! Feh! I wouldn't sleep in there if you paid me to!"
Sometimes those were words he heard from those passing by.
He tried his best to make his inns as inviting as he could to anyone and everyone, but it seemed those followers of Yevon could always find something to complain about.
"He probably used
machina to build his inns!"
["I assure you that I made my
inns as any other citizen does."
"His signs are in Al Bhed! That heathen! How dare he?!"
["My signs have other languages on them too, not just Al Bhed."
"Why's he always
speaking in Al Bhed?! Can't he see I don't speak it?!"
["I
don't speak Al Bhed in my store often."
"He's Al Bhed!"
["I am sorry, but I cannot change my heritage, or… My eyes."
Just another day in my life. It'll get better. They'll learn to tolerate Al Bhed as just another person, just as another race, in Spira, just like the Ronso or the Guado.
People aren't that heartless.
He tells himself this every day, ever since he opened.
