Dear sweetest Mammet,

As I sit here so far away from you at The Drowning Wench, my nerves getting the best of me as I shake quill in hand, I hope you remember me. Because I could never forget that warm day in Ul'dah when I visited the Pugilists' Guild looking for my next adventure; that next great battle! But instead I found you! You stole my heart when I asked you to read into my future, and I know you felt something too as you took those long pauses between words. I know you wanted to say, "I love you."

But all that you could mumble was "42." That's all you really needed to say. I knew what was meant for us as you read the star lines and birth signs. You saw in your own heart us wandering the desert, hand and hand, sharing stories and laughing it up, while we head off looking for that next great adventure.

It's funny how nervous we both were that day. We each had so much to say, but were too shy to say face to face. To be honest, that woman Qata Nelhah staring at the both us us didn't help things. I cannot wait to see you again. I miss you so much. I shall return home to you Mammet, and when I do, I will ask again
for a reading and if you truly feel the same way about me as I do you, then please just answer baby, that the number is once again 42.

~Amaranth~