An undecorated letter arrived without ceremony, as if the deliverer (a somewhat haggard looking moogle if ever there was such a thing) was used to keeping such deliveries quiet. It came and went without so much as a 'how-do-you-do-kupo,' leaving Franz with a letter in Grimsong's neat utilitarian hand.
Quote:Master Franz,
The facts are as they were given as they were given at my request. As of the time of this writing, I am already on my way south to join you and others in Ul'dah. It is in Thanalan that we might meet your patient as it were. It must be said: I am not especially skilled at healing, much less healing without aether, so I am uncertain of just how much aid I might be able to give you. Nevertheless, it is something that needs doing so I shall aid you in whatever way I can.
As for the exact location, I am not entirely certain yet. You know Roen and you know Lazarov, so I must wonder if you know Melkire and his group? I believe he is staying at their headquarters. Confirmation has yet to come, but I shall relay the details to you as soon as I have it, be it in person or by mail.
I am indeed aware of what they are capable of, and I pray you have gotten all the more skilled at dealing with them.
I will be in touch.
D.