“Stands out a bit in her fancy clothes, lovely girl kindness itself she is, helping with the wounded and the new folks that arrive in the city. Moved in to the Goblet some time back with some friends, built them a whole new house she did, Devoted as they come to them, not many like her left these days. Funny thing though, she always refers to herself as ‘Ella’ never ‘I’, and tells herself off for being forgetful or making mistakes, like she’s talking to a small child, mayhap it’s why she’s still single, oddities tend to blind the beholder to the real treasure that lies within.” Otopa Pottopa. The Quicksand, Ul’Dah.
“Ella you say? Ella Fantasia, aye, I remember her. Due to wed she was, young man in the desert, family had a mythril mine out there. Awful, real tragic it was, an the day before the wedding too, naught left but ashes. Some say it was a fire drake, big un too by all accounts, an she the only one to make it out, an not a mark on her. But you know how these thing go, an not long after some lad come in here asking after his sister, turns out she was engaged to the same lad as was Ella. Well tongues start a wagging then questions pop up and before you know it Ella’s the perpetrator not the victim, reckoning that she must a found out an burned them all, happens she’s not just a white mage, you see, she studied the black too.”
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