Commander Rhiki,

I pray that this letter finds you in a good mood, for you can be as ferocious as the Maelstrom you serve when something has your tail standing on end! Or, indeed, in the heat of combat... which is where I fell for you.

For the past week I've been coming to visit you in the Aftcastle with the simple intention of taking that Merlwyb Bloefhiswyn card off your hands, but as the flames of battle overtook us to the sounds of Shuffle or Boogie, I came to appreciate the beauty of those scars on your face, the way your ears stick out against your adorable little hat, and the way your uniform is filled out in all the right places.

The ferocity with which you clung to that card... I get goosebumps when I think back on your face at that moment. Whether I was winning or losing stopped mattering to me after a certain point... I was in heaven and had no intention of leaving. So when you finally conceded and handed me that card I'd been fighting so hard to attain... it felt hollow. I walked away smiling on the outside, sure, but inside... I felt like I'd lost something. Something I'd like to get back.

So with that in mind..! R'ashaht Rhiki, will you meet me at the Triple Triad Battlehall at the Saucer tonight? May we dance with our decks 'till the sun rises, before collapsing exhausted into eachother's arms? Will you be my Valentione?

Best wishes,
Rem Silvertongue

If considered, I'd like a Scarf of Wondrous Wit!
Rem Silvertongue of Jenova