Well, none of that matters anymore. I've heard that Eraldil is dead. Now we'll never be together.

You've already shown it to her? So, you've spoken to Eraldil? What did she say?

One day she'll be mine. I'm sure of it.

No? Well, perhaps one day I'll get the courage to speak with her myself.

You will? Wonderful. If you'll just tell her how I feel, tell her how happy I'd make her, I'm sure she'd be interested. You'll probably find her in the Waistworks. That's where I've watched...seen her at times.

You found that? Oh, dear. I really meant to throw that away. It's all true, though. I have loved her since the moment I first set eyes on her. I just haven't had the courage to speak to her yet. Perhaps you'll speak to her for me? Plead my case? I'd be very grateful.

He thinks I might be interested in him? Ha! That's a ridiculous notion. The very thought...insane. I mean, has he seen himself in a mirror lately? I'm sure he's a decent enough sort, but that's ridiculous. He might be more suited for my cousin Glathel. She's low-born, plain, and desperate for a husband. But me? You can tell Gadayn that you've spoken to Eraldil, and she's not interested!