Naoh Gamduhla: <sigh> As if I'm not busy enough without playing lost and found... Oh─do forgive me, friend. Once again, one of our customers has departed without her belongings, and I'm at a loss for what to do about it.
Naoh Gamduhla: While I understand that adventurers have many cares on their minds, 'twould make my life much easier if they could keep their personal effects in order. But you did not come here to lend an ear to my grumblings.
Naoh Gamduhla: This is the book in question. The face of its owners was unfamiliar to me, but Eral over there seemed quite smitten with her─as with every pretty lass he lays his eyes on, but that's neither here nor there. Might I trouble you to inquire as to the girl's whereabouts? I've found the man to be less than forthcoming ever since I spurned his advances.
Eral: Ah, the sweet little thing with the journal? 'Course I remember her, and remember her well. Had a smile to warm the heart, and a laugh─a lilt, one might say?─to tickle the depths of the soul. And she was most eager to hear tales of my many travels, which speaks to a keen and sensitive mind.
Eral: Jilly, I believe was her name? No, that's not right─Jilly was the redhead from last week. Ah, damned if I can remember! You must understand, no small number of comely lasses seek out my company. I daresay keeping all the names and faces straight is an adventure in itself.
Eral: Anyroad, the girl spoke of paying a visit to Apkallu Falls before traveling on. Like as not you'll find her there now, shedding a tear or two at our parting. Do pass along my regards if you see her─she should be readily recognizable in that charming straw hat of hers.
Millith Ironheart: Pardon, I don't believe we've met. Hm? You've something of mine, you say?
Millith Ironheart: My journal! Thank the Twelve! In my haste to escape the clutches of that insufferable mutton-monger, it slipped my mind entirely. Might I be so bold as to ask your name?
Millith Ironheart: You have my gratitude, Anony. It may not look like much, but I count this humble diary among my most prized possessions.
Millith Ironheart: Its pages brim with tales of the most heart-stirring sights to be seen in our realm, as told to me by the sensitive souls I have met in my travels across Eorzea─tales that have struck me with a most incurable case of wanderlust.
Millith Ironheart: As an adventurer, you too have seen the realm, I am sure. But I would ask you, Anony: have you truly seen her? Borne witness to Eorzea in her myriads of splendor?
Millith Ironheart: Have you stood on the palm-fringed beaches of Costa del Sol just as the sun peeks out over the horizon, its rays kissing the sands beneath your feet? Have you lost yourself in the night sky of the Sagolii, adrift amidst a boundless sea of stars? Ah, but why do I even try to convey with words that which must be seen to be appreciated!
Millith Ironheart: To our fortune, whithersoever we wander, Eorzea's beauty is but a stone's throw away. If I may quote from my journal...yes, this is the one. “Afore the Fane, beneath the two that are as one, Her divine cup runneth over with light aetherial. Such were the conjurer's words, and I would see as she saw.”
I saw for myself before coming here, and I can assure you the conjurer spoke true. Indulge me─go there and look out upon the beauty before you. I would hear your thoughts.
Millith Ironheart: Welcome back, Anony. I trust you were as moved by the sight as I was? The great stone that adorns the entrance to Stillglade Fane is none other than the Skyserpent's Egg, cast down from the heavens by Nophica the Matron so long ago.
Millith Ironheart: And those mammoth tree trunks─remnants, no doubt, of a primeval forest. Whence did they come? Why do the two great arbors grow as one? This, I do not know─but what I do know is that the realm is replete with such beauty, if only we know where to look.
Millith Ironheart: This is what compels me to wander─not the promise of power, glory, or riches, but a burning desire to bear witness to all the wonders around us, as wrought by gods and men alike.
Millith Ironheart: Though we have just met, the twinkle in your eye tells me that we share certain aesthetic sensitivities. It would be my pleasure to gift you with a sightseeing log of your own.
Millith Ironheart: In its pages, you will find my record of the most stirring sights in the realm, both those I have seen with my own eyes, and those I have─thus far, at least─only heard of in my travels.
Millith Ironheart: No doubt your adventures keep you occupied, but is this not all the more reason to take in the sights as you travel, that both body and mind might enjoy a moment's respite from time to time? And who can say? Perhaps you will discover glorious new vistas that have eluded even me.
Millith Ironheart: With that, I wish you safe travels, Anony. When you have seen all there is to see, pray return to me. I would like nothing more than to share impressions with a fellow sensitive soul.