Alec found himself in an interesting position indeed. He had resided in Dobrov as first a simple vagrant, then as a tenant under the new, post-translocation of that castle he had no intent on learning to pronounce. His body ached and churned, his skin beginning to sag from this sickness he had contracted out in the harsh western jungles. He was missing out on something, to be sure, but perhaps for once in his life he was glad of such a fact. In-between the hacks and coughs, the young adventurer grew ever more disdainful of the endless platitudes made by nobles, grateful only this news wasn't being hollered by some squire or other rabble. He folded the missive and went back to bed, feeding himself some stew...