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Pinned to the Free Company Recruitment boards in Limsa Lominsa is the above image, and the following letter.
"A rallying cry. Isn't that how these announcements go? Messages of hope, and adventure, or coy prodding at illicit deeds done to nobody, for nobody, in the middle of nowhere?
What is it you'd like me to say, as you scribble? That I need their best, and brightest? Their most dedicated, honest, and trustworthy? Should I appeal to the dregs and cutthroats and lowlives?
How would you like me to lie this time? Would your pen glide so comfortably if I were to say that our goal is not to achieve victory, but to inflict defeat in your attempt to liberate a nation of imperialist murderers that believed all lands should be Ala Mhigo? Should I tell them I care deeply for Othard?
Really, what lie would you have me tell? Will you write and publish my every word? Will you write that retrieving me from my quiet and cold up north is a sign of desperation? Will you write that I've come to save no one?
It's a heavy notion for a pen to bear, no doubt. Take to the fields, wave no banners, do nothing and mean nothing but harm.
Burn farms. Burn homesteads. Camps, barracks, supply lines, support staff.
Would it be considered a saleable message if I were to say that there is no cost too high, as defeat means an absolute reduction to zero? Should I ask them how many times Isaac Jacobi must be proven correct before measures are taken to ensure not just a continued way of life, but a continuation of life at all?
Make something up, if you find my message lacking. Tell them something beautiful and stirring."
Dictated, but not read.
Clementine Whittaker
