How good it is to see you again, Forename! Little have I had to wander in search of inspiration these past moons, for the very air resounds with word of your valorous deeds. Are the rumors true? The primals of Eorzea resurrected in ever more ferocious forms, only to meet a swift end at your hand?
I-It is you! How well my words captured your steely eye, your straining thew, your indomitable brow! Are you not the hero of whose valorous deeds the very air resounds? The bane of primals summoned to plague these lands in ever more ferocious forms?
I knew it! But tell me: in your forays among the beast tribes, did you ever come across a nightmare? Steeds of darkness, gifted to the beast tribes by the servants of evil as mounts for their unholy armies. ...Or so the rumors have it, for neither sable hide nor inky hair have I seen firsthand.
You have not only seen these fell beasts, but tamed them? Even the fabled magicked steeds consecrated by the primals themselves!? I can scarce believe it possible... Yet if any man is capable of the feat, it is you.
I thought the animals were merely the stuff of legend: creatures of manifest darkness sacrificed to the beast tribes' unholy gods, emerging from the void recast in their elemental image... To think that not only do these eldritch beings exist, but I know the very man to whom they answer!
Yes...I see it now. You are the one, Forename. The one of whom the oracle spoke, all those years ago...
I wish for you to have this whistle. I collected it during my wanderings in the East─a gift from an ancient hermit who lived a life of seclusion atop a holy mountain. At the time, I thought it a poor reward for climbing to the top of that godsforsaken peak.
But as I turned to go, the hermit spake unto me thus: “The gift I give you is no mundane instrument. Only a matchless hero may sound its clarion call, and summon the ageless one... A legend to call a legend forth!”
Colt that I was, I thought him senile─a broken man with a broken whistle. And yet, there was something in the passion of his voice, the glint in his eyes, that told me he was speaking true. Though my lips have never mustered a single peep from the thing, I have kept it at my side ever since.
But now I gladly part with it, for who could the hermit have been speaking of but you, Forename? A matchless hero who has defended the realm time and time again from the primal menace! A living legend who can call forth legendary beasts at will! Surely he must have foreseen our fateful meeting!
Full faith have I that your heroic lips will succeed where my merely musical ones failed. What an honor it shall be to bear witness to the first encounter between the greatest hero of our time, and a mythical creature the like of which the world has never seen! What a song I shall make of it!
But a sublime song calls for a sublime setting...and I can think of none better than the crystal cliffs of Rathefrost, overlooking Silvertear Lake. Forgive me for wishing to add a touch of theater to an already auspicious event, but if you would indulge me this once, I would be eternally grateful.
I shall follow you to Rathefrost, and keep out of sight until such time as you blow the fife, and summon the─ Oh, but my heart races just to think of it! To Rathefrost, Forename
...your legend awaits!