Dear My Beloved Mammet (Frondale's Phrontistery),

It was just two moons ago that I walked in to the Phrontistery in which you reside, seeking a release from the terrible head pains I had been suffering. I'm usually able to sleep these ailments off, but you know it's serious when you almost crash land your airship right in to the maws of a herd of bewildered Inferno Drakes!

Upon closer examination I was told that I was simply fatigued, and that I needed to take some time off work (I'm an airship pilot you know!) And get some rest. Before leaving I was told to come find you and pick up my prescription of sleeping medication

I did not notice you at first due to your quite nature and small size, but as soon as your blank stare met my gaze, I knew I had found true love! That day I left, cured of the pains in my head, but left, with pains in my heart!

Though I was later told that you had mixed up my sleeping medication with an experimental and extremely potent "Potion of Love". Bewitched or not, I just wanted to say,


I would fly my airship to Dalamund and strike it down with my bare hands for you!
I would ride my Goobbue stark naked to Garlemald and conquer it with a stick for you!
My love burns hotter for you than Ifrit's Inferno itself!



Your Possibly (most likely) Bewitched and Confused admirer,
-Vermilion Lacrima