Self-Procured Naivety; A Letter To Galmour

[Wizry 1218]

To Galmour and all his kin or allies,

 

You broke into the house of my mother and my step-mother, broke every door, and stole any item of your desire. Yet as you were about to leave, I found you - a trespasser and a thief - within my family's walls. You declared that you were about to leave, that you did not wish to hurt me, and that we could have talked about this. My answers were thusly: Silence to the first one, a declaration that I was not the one going to be hurt, and finally me stabbing you in the visor with my polehammer. If your kin seek to kill me for your death - or by some miracle of undeath you return to bring me to retribution for Urguani failures - I will gladly meet the challenge. 

 

To my mother and step-mother, I am sorry about the mess. I'll clean it in the morning.

 

Do not repeat the cycle, I'll just kill you again.

Maeve.

 

Edited April 3 by Wizry

[Magister214 116]

A familiar dwarf is lounging in his home after reading the letter. The scent of green apples and fresh pears with hints of honeysuckle hit him as a bottle of stolen moonwine is uncorked. It is tilted near his mouth before he guzzles the contents down. Soon letting out a hideous belch. A moment passes before he mutters to himself. "Who t' fock eh Galmour? T'ey so upset Oi stole their possessions that t'ey now make up fiction 'bout me dyin' without spellin' me name correctly? T'ey eh more pathetic than Oi thought!" With a chuckle, he stands with a stretch. Thumps heard across the floor as he reaches for another bottle of that wine which was stolen mere months ago from some imperial winery. "Crazy t'is one eh." He mutters in regards to Maeve.