When I was a young man, I had the honor of working as a court scribe. Aye, in the good old days when my eyes were keen and the royal family still held true power in Ul'dah.
Hello there, young one. How very kind of you to offer a doddering old man like me a bit of company. Aye, how very kind indeed.
Tell me, do you like festivals? Ah, but of course you do! I'm three score and ten if I'm a day, and not once have I met a soul who didn't enjoy a good rollick!...Now, where were we? Ah, that's right! Festivals!
As I was saying, I've got a soft spot for festivals. Love the bleedin' things, to tell the truth. Aye, the Twelve know I do. Why, simply listening to a lively young lad such as yourself recounting the merriment he's had is enough to get my old heart racing. And that's a rare treat for a fellow in the winter of his years.
Ah, but here's an idea: the next time you go to a festival, I'd be much obliged if you'd come here and tell me all about it. Aye, every last detail. Put a smile on this old man's face, it would, and earn you a few sweets in the process. Bet you'd like some sweets, eh?