[Wids]

To His Ineffable Verbosity, The Most Wretched Emperor of Dust, Exexexes X, Possibly Acting Bishop of Jolo's Perfectly Ignoble Boarding House
From Her Most Luminescent Cowherd, Deaconess-Baroness Zenzylina Q of the Discarded Mop, and the Outhouse of Brutal Serendipity
17 Flamerule, the Year of the Uphill River


By the Mistshadow, O Eminent Deceiver, I greet you.

We are expecting two pilgrims from the House of Leira's Left Armpit in Impiltur, yet we have but one downy bedroll to lay for them. I ask your grace and your permission in opening the tithe coffer, that I may canter off to town and buy another bedroll ere the pilgrims arrive. I anxiously await your reply, Great Mistwalker.

On another note, Lady Corella of Margo continues her aggression in oppressing the Leiran faith here in her little reach of Damara. Three days past, she personally bought the beautiful flower garden which bordered our shrine to the East, though the exchange was less a legitimate purchase and more a sack of coin handed forcefully to the gardeners (by way of the unspoken yet unmistakable command to "Keep your feet moving and your mouths shut") as Lady Corella evicted them from their land. Yesterday, she handed that lovely garden over to a family of pig farmers after coming to some hasty agreement or other. Even now, the pigs are uprooting the pink philodendrons and leaving so many decades of the Pinewold family's hard work as so much slop, scat and other messes. Betwixt the new pig farm and the tannery which Lady Corella planted to our West, the odors hereabout are becoming awfully repugnant, and my fits of nausea promise to grow even worse.

I shall send Gilded Bastard Oleonor Rex to speak with Lady Corella in the morn. Let us pray by the Endless Mists that he can reason with her and persuade her to cast her hostility aside.


By the Mistshadow,
Zenzie