One final request, and we can draw a line under the whole chain letter saga. Are you heading back to the person who sent it to me?

Player: "I might be."

I'm not asking you to rat anyone out, just deliver them a message.

Tell them they can go kiss a Crestlich for all I care!

Player: "O...kay, I guess."

What? I've never been that great at trash-talking. If you come up with something better, feel free to improvise. No, you know what? Tell them exactly what I said. That way they'll know it came from me!

Player: Accept.

Hah! I'm imagining the look on their face right now, and it's pretty amusing.

Player: "Catch you later."

Oh, you're back! What did Wuendy say?

What? No, that wasn't the letter I meant to send! I must have got my love letter mixed up with that stupid chain mail I received the other day. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

Was she very angry?

Player: "She said you could go kiss a Crestlich."

Agh! No, she must have figured out it was me! I'm allergic to Crestliches--can't breathe right for days if I get near one.

Well, I suppose that's the answer to my love letter. Thanks anyway.

Player: "Wait, you're allergic--"

Shh! Just go away and leave me be. I need to nurse my hurt feelings for a while.

What are you still waiting for?

Ohh, right. A reward. Fine, just take it and go.

Player: "You're just as bad as each other."