Hello again my fellow adventurers, and welcome to another edition of Silent's Saga. I figured since I didn't touch on my progress in my last blog, I'd do so in this one. So let's start with the accomplishments.

I've finally reached level 69 Dragoon, and decided to go head to head with Maat. It was a hell of a close match, and the old man put me to my limits. But I'm proud to say I put him down on my first try, and set a time record in the process. This experience has solidified my confidence in the ways of the Dragoon.

But I know it's time to use an appropriate subjob. And I know Monk is not it. This week I've put nearly twenty levels on Samurai, raising it from 11 to 29. I hope to reach 37 in the next week, and finally return to mastering my Dragoon skills properly.

Though the trip through the Valkurm Dunes is never without it's hardships, as we all know. But it was a particular new adventurer that stands out in my mind beyond all else. He stuck out like a sore thumb in our party, filled with experienced, otherwise high levelled players. But I knew this subjob-less easily amused thief would be the death of me. And I was far too close to being right for comfort.

At one point, we lost our white mage. He had other things to do and gave us a heads up, a commodity I usually don't get in the dunes. Once he leaves, I suggest to the party "we should find a rep".

Our conversation is interupted as our experiencely challenged thief jumps from his seat, runs through the dunes, and comes back with a lizard hot on his tail. Most of our party was so shocked to move from such a dumb action, and were killed instantly. Freshly losing our only healer didn't help things.

It was nearly a total wipe, with everyone but me dying. Unlike some, I know the benefit of running. So while everyone tries to pull themselves together, I ask "what the hell were you thinking?!"

His reply: "You told me to get a rep."

I was lost for words. After a moment to ponder what just happened, it dawned on me. He thought by "rep", I meant "reptile".

To this day, I am speechless by this. I'll let you ponder this whole event for a second before we move on.

Ready? Alright, let's move on. I've decided that as much as I enjoy being a member of the San d'Orian ranks, my galkan heart is only home at one place. After my next immediate goals of getting SAM to 37, and DRG to 75, I will re-enlist with my true home country, the Republic of Bastok. It's a change I can't wait for.

That's about it for this edition. Next time, I will continue the Saga of my start on Vana'diel. Thanks for reading, and may the chigoe not launch an ambush on your journeys.

-SL

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