[Aymeric... Estinien wonders if he had thought his words through before writing all of this, but he'd sooner guess he didn't. Normally he'd find Aymeric, where ever he may be, and talk in person. But that could be anywhere, and this is much more convenient.
Except for the ink, and his horrible chocobo scratch one could dare to call handwriting.]
Truly Aymeric? I find myself aroused at your poor word choice.
[Estinien stops as he sees what he's written... that, certainly was NOT what he had intended to write. By the Fury...]
Pray ignore my previous statement, would seem this quill is cursed. Nevertheless, would that if you found yourself hungering for aught else besides ale, you would sooner come to me, so that I may sate such an appetite.
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Except for the ink, and his horrible chocobo scratch one could dare to call handwriting.]
Truly Aymeric? I find myself aroused at your poor word choice.
[Estinien stops as he sees what he's written... that, certainly was NOT what he had intended to write. By the Fury...]
Pray ignore my previous statement, would seem this quill is cursed. Nevertheless, would that if you found yourself hungering for aught else besides ale, you would sooner come to me, so that I may sate such an appetite.
[Godsdammit.]