#gratien de pepin
Dearest Oleander,
At last I worked up my courage to ask him, and he said yes. I have heard rumors of moogle marriages and so we will travel to Moghome in the Churning Mists to elope. One of my father’s old friends (tho not a moogle) is there as well, and perhaps he can help us. Pray we do not get eaten by dragons on our honey-moon!
Yours,
Perrine Pepin
It started innocently enough. Perrine was often tasked with escorting visitors, particularly important ones, through the display greenhouses, graced as she was with the dual skills of nicely asking someone to stop doing something and acting as if no question or comment were unworthy of her time. When she was a child, she had relished the chance to demonstrate her competence to strangers while showing her family how responsible she was; truthfully, she hadn’t changed in that very much by the age of five-and-twenty.
So she was unsurprised to be introduced to two visitors from Ul'dah, a distinguished man and a lady she supposed was his somewhat-younger wife.
“From the East Aldenard Trading Company,” Gratien had said before the meeting, and he gave her a long look that was probably meant to Mean Something. “We are in negotiations to form a partnership for trade with the Far East. A potentially very lucrative partnership indeed. To our mutual benefit, of course.”
