The Thavnarian Prince

     “Haha, uhm . . . .hello.” Empyeria looks at you with a face flushed in pure embarrassment. “So you see what happened was . . . . Sponge and I were just browsing on my tombstone and then this message showed up. Ah here . . .”

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     Empyeria watches you look over the message and then winces and sighs. “I messed up huh? You think I did, didn't I?”

     She glares at her foolishness and then looks back at you. “Right so uhm I need help? Hah. I kind of might have agreed to all of this and uhm also need help looking after the prince.”

     Empyeria proceeds to lift up a dog dressed in a royal cloak and crown. “Really cute, isn’t he? I mean, handsome! A legitimate prince, royalty! They just said we have to take care of him and then we’ll be granted that big hundred thousand gil! I’m sure of it! Could you help a viis out and just spend some time with him today? Surely everyone pitching in a bit here and there and we’ll be rewarded so handsomely!” Emperyia begs of you in an uncertain tone. Surely she does not believe the scam, right? Or does she? What if it is a real exchange?