[Honestly, with how depressingly generic the contents of the letter are, it isn't missed. It's just the latest in a series of correspondence with a local who is charmed by actually writing out letters instead of messaging, and he's been more than happy to oblige the indulgence.
Easier to disappear if you claim a letter was simply lost in the post, after all. (And that sure is the biggest drawback to this whole "texting" thing.)
So when he gets a knock on his door he isn't expecting, Sylvain is a bit hesitant to open it, but after seeing a very pretty young lady standing there from a cursory peek through the peephole, he decides it really wouldn't hurt. Even if she's lost.]
Hey~ What can I do for you, miss?
[Looking at her more closely, though, she seems... oddly familiar. Maybe she's from Fodlan, too? If so, then... why can't he place her? Did they have a fling, once?
...If that's the case, maybe he shouldn't have opened the door. Ah. Oh well.]
hay gurl hayyy
Easier to disappear if you claim a letter was simply lost in the post, after all. (And that sure is the biggest drawback to this whole "texting" thing.)
So when he gets a knock on his door he isn't expecting, Sylvain is a bit hesitant to open it, but after seeing a very pretty young lady standing there from a cursory peek through the peephole, he decides it really wouldn't hurt. Even if she's lost.]
Hey~ What can I do for you, miss?
[Looking at her more closely, though, she seems... oddly familiar. Maybe she's from Fodlan, too? If so, then... why can't he place her? Did they have a fling, once?
...If that's the case, maybe he shouldn't have opened the door. Ah. Oh well.]