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I been sailing up and down the Sword Coast for nigh on forty years, and I ain't never seen a beauty that done cut my heart like you did. Now, I ain't asking for an evening with a gent such as yourself - you've got suitors knocking on your door day and night, I've no doubt. Folk richer and finer than myself, who could give you a life you deserve. | I been sailing up and down the {{BGWiki|Sword Coast}} for nigh on forty years, and I ain't never seen a beauty that done cut my heart like you did. Now, I ain't asking for an evening with a gent such as yourself - you've got suitors knocking on your door day and night, I've no doubt. Folk richer and finer than myself, who could give you a life you deserve. | ||
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Latest revision as of 01:03, 17 October 2024
A Heartfelt Confession is a letter requesting a lock of hair.
A plain, unadorned note.
Properties
Notes
Author: unknown
Rarity: Common
Weight: .05 kg / 0.1 lb
Price: 14 gp 
UID
BOOK_LOW_BlushingMermaid_BlushingConfessionUUID
ee532292-77be-4378-a863-16351ef68e60
Where to find
- The Blushing Mermaid X: -124 Y: -72
Text
[Barely legible, this letter is stained with beer, among other unidentifiable substances.]
Dearest Shimmer.
I been sailing up and down the 
Sword Coast for nigh on forty years, and I ain't never seen a beauty that done cut my heart like you did. Now, I ain't asking for an evening with a gent such as yourself - you've got suitors knocking on your door day and night, I've no doubt. Folk richer and finer than myself, who could give you a life you deserve.
Instead, I'm wishing, hoping, and praying you could gift me a favour - a lock of your hair, so that I might wear it close to my heart. I ask this knowing I've a better chance of Umberlee kicking down my door and dragging me to bed than I do of getting an answer, but should you do this for me, you'd make an old sailor's heart sing.