The package comes with both the letter and wrapped up Pastry Fish
Ser and Madam Castille,
I find myself inventing more and more ways to stay entertained. Some are so articulated that only an arcanist from Maelvaan's Gate could dare hope to decipher such works without headache. Others are... well. We'll merely say not fit for words. This leaves me a few categories: illegal dealings, situation at Maelstrom Command, or perhaps art.
For many reasons, I elect not to write about the first of the three this time. Though the position granted me some extra liberty I am without complete freedom and may not freely discuss such topics with... civilians.
The second one, I may write about. I trust you're familiar with the incidents in Ishgard? Mayhaps more so with the... grandiose celebration they've held just a few moons ago, rather than the class structure issues ever present within the Brume.
The recent move was political in nature, if I may so freely offer my opinion. While more of our merchants--and even some of our own recent Maelstrom recruits, according to some documents--are making their way up north, a large portion of Limsans appear keen on one zone in particular: Skysteel Manufactory. Maelvaan's Gate--perhaps I should simply call them 'Customs' now?--reported a large increase of goods from that particular area; the evidence for my conclusion. It isn't just in Limsa Lominsa as well with the firearms; in Ul'dah, I've read such items are more commonly appearing amongst the wares of brokers in the Sapphire Exchange.
T'would appear it only a matter of time before they came about them, hm?
I suppose that leaves me with art, now does it... hrm. Mayhaps a bit of poetry this time. Command hinted at larger paperwork for the coming weeks so I most certainly don't have the pleasure of artistic exploration. As I was saying though... poetry. Forgive me if it is not well-made.
Signed,
Elise
Ser and Madam Castille,
I find myself inventing more and more ways to stay entertained. Some are so articulated that only an arcanist from Maelvaan's Gate could dare hope to decipher such works without headache. Others are... well. We'll merely say not fit for words. This leaves me a few categories: illegal dealings, situation at Maelstrom Command, or perhaps art.
For many reasons, I elect not to write about the first of the three this time. Though the position granted me some extra liberty I am without complete freedom and may not freely discuss such topics with... civilians.
The second one, I may write about. I trust you're familiar with the incidents in Ishgard? Mayhaps more so with the... grandiose celebration they've held just a few moons ago, rather than the class structure issues ever present within the Brume.
The recent move was political in nature, if I may so freely offer my opinion. While more of our merchants--and even some of our own recent Maelstrom recruits, according to some documents--are making their way up north, a large portion of Limsans appear keen on one zone in particular: Skysteel Manufactory. Maelvaan's Gate--perhaps I should simply call them 'Customs' now?--reported a large increase of goods from that particular area; the evidence for my conclusion. It isn't just in Limsa Lominsa as well with the firearms; in Ul'dah, I've read such items are more commonly appearing amongst the wares of brokers in the Sapphire Exchange.
T'would appear it only a matter of time before they came about them, hm?
I suppose that leaves me with art, now does it... hrm. Mayhaps a bit of poetry this time. Command hinted at larger paperwork for the coming weeks so I most certainly don't have the pleasure of artistic exploration. As I was saying though... poetry. Forgive me if it is not well-made.
In the morn I saw the sky, full of red;
The sun's slow ascent over the sea
as I plop out of bed
and grab warm black tea.
The next meal came at sky clear blue
with a freshly grilled fish,
placed next to a mug's fresh brew,
over a tasty rice dish.
At home, I took out the leaf greens
for a treat from the chef's book.
Add the pepper and beans
and seated comfy in my nook.
Stars shine in the sky as it turns black,
yet Nald'Thal knows... we'll cycle back.
The sun's slow ascent over the sea
as I plop out of bed
and grab warm black tea.
The next meal came at sky clear blue
with a freshly grilled fish,
placed next to a mug's fresh brew,
over a tasty rice dish.
At home, I took out the leaf greens
for a treat from the chef's book.
Add the pepper and beans
and seated comfy in my nook.
Stars shine in the sky as it turns black,
yet Nald'Thal knows... we'll cycle back.
Signed,
Elise
