Chapter 3
Sinn pulled himself to his feet. He ripped the arrow the vierra archer had put in him out of his right arm. He winced from the pain, but did not show any other signs of weakness. Ripping a piece of his robe, he wrapped it around his bleeding arm. Suddenly, he stopped. "You wouldn't happen to know any healing magic would you?" Sinn asked the moogle. "No, sorry kupo. I'm only good at destroying things, not fixing them." Useless moogle, Sinn thought.
"The name's Orill, Orill Blackstone." The moogle offered her rather small hand for Sinn to shake. Sinn continued to patch up his arm, ignoring her. After Sinn finished there was a long silence between the two of them. Sinn turned back towards the Black Widow and started walking away. Sinn didn't bother to loot the bodies of clan Venom, the job he was about to receive from Omem would be worth a lot more then the junk that belonged to them.
Orill spoke up, "Well then that's it? You're not even going to thank me for saving your kupo life?" "I didn't ask for your help, nor did I need it." Sinn replied. "Why don't you just leave and pester someone else?" This filled the little moogle with fury, "WHY DON'T I JUST LEAVE? I go out of my way to help save your skin, some cocky bangaa who decides to take on an entire clan completely by himself with no regard for his own safety or anyone else who could be passing by and I don't even get one thank you! You won't even tell me your name? After I just saved you from having an arrow split through your skull! Forget this! I should've just agreed to the contract and helped them throw you in prison!" Sinn slowed. He spun around and grabbed the moogle, lifting her up to eye level. "Listen to me moogle; I don't care what you've done. This doesn't change anything. I would kill you as quickly as I did them. Tell me about this contract." Orill, startled by the speed of the bangaa, sputtered "Well…errrr…lllook, kay, Sulrod Erim came up to me today with an job, he said that he was jumping some wanted bangaa in front of the Black Widow. He offered me an equal share of one thousand gil, kupo. I didn't really think a six on one was all that fair so I decided to try and help this poor guy out. Although now I see that this was obviously a mistake. You're just that, a wicked criminal, kupo. A cold blooded…" She kept rambling on but Sinn had stopped paying attention.
So, he had a bounty on his head. Six people, one thousand each. Sulrod was dirty though, he would never give an equal share. Sinn estimated a bounty of at least fifty thousand. Well, I guess I'm moving up in the world, Sinn thought.
"Would you just put me down, please kupo? Mr. Bangaa? Hello?" Orill was fairly high up in the air, being short, even for a moogle. Not only that, but Orill was terrified of heights. Sinn dropped the moogle absentmindedly. She shrieked as she tumbled the short drop, landing on her back. This filled the moogle's short temper and she began cursing and shouting dreadful names at Sinn. Sinn snapped back to reality. "Do you know who I am?" Sinn asked. Orill suddenly realized how much Sinn towered over her. "Umm, no-oo not really kupo, I asked but you kinda, kinda…" Her voice trailed off. "The name is Sinn." Orill was shocked and speechless for a few moments before her voice caught back up with her. Sinn enjoyed those few moments of silence thoroughly, thinking he had finally silenced the moogle for good.
But Orill's voice came back as her shock changed to amazement. "Oh wow, really, you're Sinn. You're THE SINN. That's awesome kupo. Hey, do you always travel alone, kupo. Because I'm kinda alone right now, and if you need some company kupo, well I could be of some help. I'm really good with black magic kupo, and I could watch your back." If Sinn knew she was serious he would've laughed. But Sinn was in a rather bitter mood with his arm hurting and all, and was quite frank with her. Sinn examined the moogle more carefully. She was short, with white fur covering her entire body. She wore a white vest that looked tight, but comfortable, and blended in with her fur. She had shorts on, with a ruby red cloak that swished behind her when she walked and swirled around her vest. She looked young for a moogle, and had blue eyes that were filled with compassion for others. Compassion, Sinn snorted, compassion was a weakness. Sinn said, "No. You're a moogle, you're still a kid, you're a useless magic user that can't protect yourself, and your mouth works more then your brain." Sinn turned and left the moogle mouth wide in shock again. (Orill was actually amazed she been left speechless by Sinn twice. She always had an answer ready for every comment, and yet, Sinn managed to hit her so hard that she couldn't respond.) The moogle's short fuse blew again and she rushed after Sinn into the pub.
Sinn asked Omem about the job again, ignoring the moogle that buzzed around him like an angry bee, jumping up and down trying to get Sinn's attention. "Hey Sinn, I see you got a new sidekick." Alewor Koad of clan Dip snickered at the bright white moogle flapping around Sinn angrily. Sinn ignored him, but Orill didn't. "Hey why don't you just shut your mouth kupo? Or do you need me to come over there and shut it for you Alewor?" Orill shouted angrily. "Hahahahaha, that's rich. Me, shut my mouth? If I remember correctly it was you who was kicked out of clan Dip for talking too much." Alewor and his friends burst out laughing. Orill, who couldn't think up any more comebacks, just gave up. She had had enough, her head hurt. She sat down at the bar, on one of the smaller chairs that she could reach without flapping her wings. She ordered a few shots of whisky to clear her mind and sagged down in her chair defeated. She did, however, manage to eavesdrop on the conversation between Sinn and the Omem.
Omem told Sinn that the job was already taken; another clan had been in while he was in the scuffle outside. "They came and left out the back door, so they never had a chance to see your fight. But I have some interesting information on this clan if you have the proper amount of cash." Sinn looked intrigued, and gave Omem some of the money he had from pawning the sword he'd acquired the other day. Omem leaned in and whispered to Sinn, "The leader of the clan was Marche, the kid the palace is looking for." Sinn smiled, Well Marche, I'm sure the palace would pay a fine price for you. He had a slight moment of disgust when he realized he'd be helping the palace but it quickly vanished. Gil was gil, and he needed some. Sinn asked Omem where he could find them. Orill couldn't overhear this last vital part. Oh well kupo, she thought I'll just have to follow him. As she watched Sinn leave she downed her last shot and scurried after him. Sinn smiled. Finally, he was going to do what he did best. He was going hunting.