To Lord Scaeva,

I know that you’re a busy man, so I will keep this brief. As your newfound expedition companion, I’ve felt rather conflicted about your past actions, and how they might affect our performance (my survival) in the future. Simply put, I feel that we should review and repair our relationship before we continue to risk our lives together.

To that end, I wanted to recall a pivotal moment in time, the downfall of your imperial career.

Do not take offense; everyone has a low point in life.

But, do you recall when we first locked eyes? I do. I was afraid, I was confused, but I was fascinated. When I first gazed upon you, I was caught by surprise. A single man stood before the might of eight warriors. With no magitek cannons, why would he not flee? I remember you answered my inquiry with a swift and powerful strike to my temple. I still have scars from that encounter with the wall. But, as I regained my senses, I saw a vision: A vision of a magnificent vermillion warrior, dancing amongst a field of lightning, his weapon's momentum guiding his grace.

Though we destroyed your ancient weapon, you slipped from my sight before I could react. For months after, I had nightmares of your vengeance, fear of the ceruleum-powered terror that got away. Can you imagine how I felt when you suddenly appeared in Mor Dhona? Or Azys Lla? Or in Rhalgr’s Reach? Well….By then I was expecting you.

No, I know your eyes (all three of them) are forever focused on science. But, I hope that this letter has at least expressed how I feel about you. Should you ever want to pursue reconciliation, or maybe even more, you need only send for me.

-Ange'sona Mysidia, Grandmaster of Magic

(Character: Ange'sona Mysidia, World: Gilgamesh, Requested Prize: Ahriman Choker)