The Gridanian collectors send their warmest regards, Forename. The items you provided were quite well received, I'm told.

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Thanks to the contributions of you and others, we've earned enough gil to start providing payments to some of the bereaved families. In fact, a young woman from one such family is here today and would like to say a few words.

My name's Germainne, miss... I joined the Resistance together with my father, but when the imperials attacked the Reach, he was killed...

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I'm grateful for what you're doing, I am. I won't deny it's been hard ever since he passed, but I wasn't expecting anything, nor do I think I deserve it...but thank you all the same.

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I didn't want to be a soldier when I was little. I wanted to learn things, get an education. Didn't work out that way on account of the occupation, of course. That's why Father and I joined the fight.

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But now that the occupation's ended, I've been thinking... When Ala Mhigo needed soldiers, I became one, but now Ala Mhigo needs learned men and women. So I'm thinking that's what I'll use your gil to finally become. Thank you for this opportunity, miss.

Zenos himself cut her father down when he came to the Reach that day. From what I heard, he died giving his daughter a chance to escape.

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We all had to make choices that day. I was wounded, so I chose to flee with Krile and some few others. But I wanted to stay and fight─I told him, I screamed at him...

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But Meffrid, he wouldn't hear it. So he stayed, and I ran. I lived, and he died.

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Came to light recently that he had family too. A wife and child. He never mentioned them before, so I had no idea...

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I'd like to help them like the other families, but we don't know where they got to, or even if they're still alive. But we'll keep on searching until we do.

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In the meantime, I'll have to content myself with helping those I can─and I do hope I can continue to count on you for assistance.

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This is but the first step on an endless road. Full many of our friends died, and we owe it to them to do right by their loved ones.

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And we will, Forename─I know we will! Where there's a will, there's a way!

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We did well with those Gridanian collectors, but we'll need to expand if we want to continue raising money for the fund. In short, I'd like to start dealing in Far Eastern collectables.

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Apparently, according to General Aldynn, there are a number of wealthy individuals in Ul'dah with a deep and abiding love for all things Hingan.

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It goes without saying that the Ul'dahn elite have more gil to spend than their Gridanian counterparts on average, so I expect we can turn a greater profit with this venture.

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It'll be more work than before, but I know you're up to the task!

It's even better than we hoped, Forename! Those Ul'dahn collectors did their best to outbid each other for our Far Eastern collectables.

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The proceeds far exceeded our expectations. We've enough to expand our operations and start looking after even more families.

Excuse me, I'm... Well, no one of consequence, really. It was my son who fought and died for the Resistance...

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I came to thank you for your kindness and generosity, especially at a time like this when everyone should be looking to bigger and more important challenges, like the rebuilding of our great nation.

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My son liked to say that when the fighting was finished, he would become a merchant. He'd sell anything and everything so that he could earn money and look after me...

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I suppose, in a way, he is now...but I'd give it all up and more if I... I'm sorry, I don't mean any disrespect for what you've done for me and mine, but...

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Thank you, miss. Good Day to you.

...Her son died when the main tower at Specula Imperatoris fell.

I was with Conrad before it happened─with him when he was urging those damn fool Skulls to lay down their arms and surrender. And he managed to do it! And then...and then...

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Part of me still wonders...after, did we owe it to them to try and save them too? To dig through the rubble and try to help the ones who were trying to kill us only moments before...

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Conrad would've wanted it, I know. But he was in no state to give orders, and those of us that were, well...

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So he died, and they died. Conrad, our comrades. Enemies that surrendered, and those that didn't. Death all 'round and 'round.

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Not that any of us had even an inkling of what was coming. Would Conrad have spent all that time negotiating if he had─would he and full many others still be alive if he had─if, if, if, sodding if!

...Sorry. No use dwelling on it. Best to look to the here and now. To what good we've done, and what more we can do.

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All this talk about Conrad...don't know if you knew, but he had a wife. I've not taken any gil to her yet─reckon she's like to refuse until she knows the others are being looked after, so I thought it best to wait.

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When the time comes, though...perhaps we ought to go and see her together.

Like before, I reckon it'd be for the best if we tried to trade in a more diverse range of collectables. Next, I'm thinking we ought to try our hand at consolation prizes from the Gold Saucer.

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I trust you're familiar with the Saucer and its many delights? It's no secret, but in case you were unaware, it employs more than a few Ala Mhigans.

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One of them happens to be a friend of mine. I mentioned the fund one day, and just like that, we got ourselves a new partner in crime.

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Let me explain. There are prizes available only at the Gold Saucer─commodities sold exclusively to them by certain select suppliers. We're now one of them, savvy?

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I'll wager you didn't think a soldier like me had any truck with places like the Saucer, eh? Bet you're wondering if I might run off with our profits and spend it all on MGP and silly hats?

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With hair like this? Like hells I will.

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All right, enough talk. Let's get to work!

I've said it before, but I'll say it again: thank you, Forename.

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At first I didn't quite understand what could drive wealthy collectors to spend gil hand over first on fancy trinkets. But when I thought about the time and effort you poured into your craft, and me into mine, it started to make sense...

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Anyway, let's you and me keep our noses to the grindstone!

Got to say, Forename, you've done more than your fair share for the fund.

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Wouldn't want to impose upon you further, not right now. Rest up and come 'round another time, all right?

You're a godssend, you know that? All you've done for us, all you continue to do. There's no better word for it.

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Still, I wager it's not entirely out of the kindness of your heart, eh? You enjoy the collectables trade─exhausting though it may be, there's still a solid sense of accomplishment. I know the feeling.

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But we both ought to know by now that it's important not to overdo it. Take a rest, Forename─you've earned it.

I don't know how you can keep it up, Forename. Honestly! You're a veritable fountain of endless energy.

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But I'll not hear it said that I'm keeping you all to myself. You've got places to go and other people to help. Take care, and thanks again!