[Wids]

To His Dryest Moistness in the Diluted Desert, The Most Wretched Emperor of Dust, Exexexes X, Possibly Acting Bishop of Jolo's Perfectly Ignoble Boarding House
From Her Most Resplendent Cowherd, Deaconess-Baroness Zenzylina Q of the Discarded Mop, and the Outhouse of Brutal Serendipity
25 Flamerule, the Year of Something or Other


By the Mistshadow, O Grand Master of the Truth, you need not trouble yourself or your minions so.

I and Leira, eternally blessed be Her name, are but a hair shy of finishing our healing work with Oleonor Rex. And courage is truly his name, for his first utterance with his new tongue was "I wish to return to Margo Manor". What suffering he endured at Lady Corella's hands has steeled either his determination or his vindictiveness; either way, he shall be secreting himself among Lady Corella's servants. He was a stablehand in his youth, so with a new name, a cleanly shaven face, a proper horsehair wig, some dye for his eyebrows and a forged recommendation from the Duke of Arcata, he may find his place toiling in our good and kindly lady's stables (the same stables where Lady Corella cast him out into a dung heap, no less). Noblefolk are quite fond of their steeds, so the stables should be an ideal place for some delicious eavesdropping.

And if Lady Corella becomes too great a nettle and begs to be removed from the board, saddles and stirrups can be easily sabotaged to come undone from the rigors of a full gallop, can they not?


By the Mistshadow,
Miss Zenzie