Dear Urianger,

Shall I pen thee a missive for my gratitude?
Thy knowledge flowth as the aetherial sea goes
Thy determination is the walk to Horizon
The lengths thou tooketh the Lominsian cruise
Humble greetings in the Waking Sands we met
I thought little at the time, as I were new
But as I wisened, so too did I spy
The theatre that I appreciate today
Steadfast you were then, many moons later
For thy surveillance of the bestial primals
For thy efforts with Gaius, and beyond
Traversing with the Warriors of Darkness
Creating gifts for us as you held the fort
Now, administrating the old Scion base.
Thy heart, stalwart in your goal, unwavering
Set to thwart the greater evils lain within
Thou seemest to lost all that brought joy to thee
I ask not that thou forswear thy jovialness,
Much less forget those who we lost to save Eorzea
But I bid you consider this request;
I beseech thee, at the First Umbral Moon
I willst thou to enjoy Valentione's
By my side, fellow Scion and comrade.

How was that? I tried my hand at a more eloquent form of speech. Though I'm afraid it will not match your proficiency, I trust it was amusing enough for you back at the Waking Sands. Thank you for all that you do, Urianger.
I shall await your response at the Bokairo Inn in Kugane.

Sincerely,
Syelyena Dazkar

Syelyena Dazkar, from Coeurl. I would have the Scarf of Wonderous Wit if I was considered.