Dearest Pimelle,
I've seen you from afar, I've been so close. You've always been there when I need to sell my excess wares.
From your greeting, "Welcome to Romululu's Bric-a-Brac, are there and curios or curiosities I might help you find today?" I knew there was a connection, for YOU are the curiosity that I am interested in! But OH! If only Romululu didn't keep such a tight leash, working you day and night, night and day. I'd take you to see the Aether Farms of northern Thanalan, to the Springs and Streams of the southern Black Shroud, and even to Silvertear Lake, where we could dine upon the shores with some fine Rolanberry spirits and Mi'qote kabobs.
Curse that Romululu should he keep me from you! If you so desire, even just for a fleeting moment, a break, a discourse from your indentured servitude, I would gladly slip a poison potion into his Orobon stew.
But...until that fateful day, when your bonds of service have been broken, I will continue to sell my wares, Dearest Pimelle, I will continue to hold on to hope beyond hope, that we shall be united under Nymeia's will, when she spins our fate and we become intertwined in the fabric of love,
Yours Forever,
Vash Thestampede.