Have You Seen My Son

Imania: Oh, whatever has become of my poor son?
Imania: 'Twas three summers past Coster left me and his sisters, and since that night we've heard nary a word as to his whereabouts.
Imania: The boy always boasted that he would someday go forth and make his name in the mines of Ul'dah.
Imania: And I was a fool to think that day would never come.
Imania: But here I am, alone and racked with worry, fearing that my son has met some unthinkable fate deep down in the bowels of some godsforsaken pit half a world away... If only I could let him know that his mother still loves him and thinks of him every waking moment...

Imania: Or perhaps it is finally time I let the boy go...

Imania: You would? I...I don't know what to say. You are kind beyond your years. My son─he has a scar running down his face that he earned from a fall on his tenth nameday. He thought to visit the Admiral, you see, and tried to climb the wall of the Mizzenmast... Always reaching for the stars, he was... <sob>