Weapon Merchant Evna:
Hmm? A note? Let's see.
To Evna. I wrote a poem about you.
The soft cooling breeze reminds me of you. The breeze heartlessly passes by. When will you stay with me?
Eww! What is this? Hey! If you want business with me, then you'd better stop running his creepy errands.
Almost had a heart attack there. I'm into someone beautiful and powerful. Like Venir. Got it?