Solveij

Coward

Angrinc sat, and the fruits of his labour were scattered about him.  He glanced toward his mailed gauntlets, soaked in blood and gore, shaking in terror even now that the danger had passed.  He could feel the pounding of his heart, each fierce beat both a welcome relief and cruel reminder of the terror he had felt scarce minutes before.

You’re nothing but a coward

A letter, finely drafted on high-quality parchment by the experienced hand belonging to Askelin. The words, however, are from Arindiis' lips with minor edits. 

Dear and beloved Arindiis,

My beloved friend Angrinc, 

Before addressing the content of your letter, I feel moved to express what a consequent pleasure it is to read your fine handwriting and elaborate language. It warms me completely, how you think of me and refer to me with so much kind devotion. 

Friend Wisterhya,

I trust you be well - it was an unexpected delight to speak once more last night, after so long.  Alas, I have recently been occupied with errands in the north, and so have been an infrequent guest of the Pony - with luck, I shall be present again soon.

Pebble. Moss. Pebble. Pebble. All-heal. Early. Moss. Hoy. Daisy. Hello? Black pebble. Are you looking for something. Huh?