Sorry, dear, I ain't here to trade. S'posed to be heading to Gridania, but me chocobo's in a right funk.
The breeders round here can't make beak nor brush of it. Well...there was that one feller─seemed to think a magical sheep'd sort her out. Wonder what the chocobokeeps'd make of him...
What a lovely little lamb ye've got there... Hey, hold on─ye ain't the “stalwart ally” that madman in the woolly hat was going on about, are ye? Ye really think ye can help me chocobo out?
Gods bless ye, dear! I was this close to giving up hope altogether. Ye see, ever since we got here,
poor ol' Betsy here's been acting odd. One minute she was up, the next she was down...and she's been down ever since.
What worries me most is that she only seems to be getting lower. She's right off her food, she can't get any sleep, and her pitiful whimpering's enough to break yer heart. If she could just get some rest, it might give her a bit of energy back, but...