[Perhaps it was luck driving the Eorzeans together as Godbert Manderville, for once clothed, was wandering the streets whistling a jaunty tune. The Manderville patriarch also had a moogle floating behind him, furiously scribbling on a pad of paper.]
The goldsmiths guild is asking for new applicants today Master Manderville. Shouldn't you be getting back to the workshop?
Nonsense, it's a beautiful day outside! I need to wander around, have a little fun. I don't get to stretch my legs that often after all.
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The goldsmiths guild is asking for new applicants today Master Manderville. Shouldn't you be getting back to the workshop?
Nonsense, it's a beautiful day outside! I need to wander around, have a little fun. I don't get to stretch my legs that often after all.