Name: Cyneburg Hayle
World: Mateus
Wanted Item: Noble Barding

My Dearest Admiral,

When I walk upon the decks of Limsa Lominsa I feel a sense of pride. La Noscea, my homeland since I was a wee lass, has been under your rule for as long as I can remember. And yet I find when I look up at those Maelstrom banners, they are not the only things that burn red and passionate. My cheeks flush and my heart beats faster when I think about how you’ve led our nation with such strength and commitment! But these beautiful traits are only belied by one more beauty – your own.

How my heart prays for the Navigator to bring us together one day, to weave our fates and to have me perform a task under your orders, for gladly would I slay one thousand pirates just to hear your powerful commanding voice praising me for my hard work. Aye, to see that I could cause even a smile upon your face would melt me like overheated pudding! Just the thought of you has me setting sail into the sea of dreams, playful thoughts of the two of us together on our own little island, away from the cutthroats and Kobolds, no sea devils to bother us. Just you, I, and the finest ale the Drowning Wench has to offer!

Admiral Merlwyb Bloefhiswyn – gods how just the name drives me wild! – I, Cyneburg ‘Hailstorm’ Hayle, possibly unsound of mind due to alcoholic imbibement, do declare that I would serve under your rule happily and gladly. I swear that if you were to take this lowly Highlander as a first mate, or perhaps even second mate, that she will be loyal to you till sea swallows all!

With love,
Cyneburg Hayle