Angrinc

((Content warning - this is a Grimms' style dark fairy tale.))

There once was a forest beyond the edge of night, where three boys went winter-wandering, far from home.  And those three boys came to a cottage, and they were afraid, for there was an evil stench about it and its windows were black.

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.