Vexing, perplexing Brendt,

I blame you for this, buddy. If I didn’t like you so much I’d beat you bloody. I’m the girl you never asked for a name, insisting instead I rise to fame. I took your words to heart; these days few things change if I’m not taking part. Of my accomplishments I should feel proud, but instead I keep looking for you in the crowd.

Do you have any idea how frustrating it can be, having the Echo but on the subject of you unable to see? The past is mine in which to pry, but you’re such an unreachable guy. Everyone has secrets. You claimed to have dozens. So far I’ve found you have identical brothers, not cousins.

It’s hard to believe you’re just a peddler. Seems more likely you’re a spy or meddler. Are you wearing that hat to hide you’re Garlean? Will we meet on my inevitable trip to Sharlayan? You asked me for company, gave me a ring. Where I’m from that’s no small thing.

On that note, it bears a mention; how many cities must I save to get your attention? I’ve worked hard, I think that’s plain. The Scions treat me like their personal primal, all brawn and no brain. Errands and deadly battles, I do with a smile. Yet where are you all the while? You seem to know my face, speaking of fate as we left Ul’dah in a race. Unless that was some wild estimation, I’m not the only one stuck with this fixation.

Now don’t get me wrong; you’ve got faults. You’re so short and thin, how could we waltz? Still, I think your payment’s fallen late in time, so will you be my Valentione?

Ever investigating you,
Wisteria Rue

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Wisteria Rue, Goblin
Noble Barding