[Bordermarch] Nomis

[Lathrop, Dave]

Friend Nomis,

 

Your missive is read by one who's eyes are now cleared of the
slow-witted brewer's

gut-rot. You were correct with your assumption that I have not been
functioning with

my usually keen sense of judgment; I will make restitution to all I have
offended.

 

My Lady Elisabeth saved me from permanent slow-wittedness by purging my
system

with a healthy dose of biscuits and gravy; poured over free range
chicken eggs, scrambled to perfection. 

The recipe for the gravy was given to her by a stranger with a penchant
for the foulest of words.

This stranger looked a very much like you, and he travelled with a
beautiful consort; something

you'll never have because of your lifelong fetish for small farm
animals.

 

I have send you east, and you traveled west; I gave you pigeons for
communication, and they

were eaten; I told you to watch the stars and mark your way, instead,
you looked at the trees;

I sent you with a donkey to help make haste your journey, you return and
tell me you

are now married to it!

 

Bordermarch has indeed missed their Nomis, but your stay must be short.
Our enemy fast

approaches, and we need information as to their location.

I would once again press you into service and send you forth on a
mission that might

very well cost you your life. I cannot tell you what the mission
involves since your 

going to screw it up anyway; I'll just point you in the right direction.

The one concession I ask is that you leave your new bride with us. She
will be safer

in the stables and I will see to her care myself.

 

 

HE Santiago

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Glory be!

 

   your excellency,

 

   I finally made it back to my beloved Bordermarch from my distant

   travels.  What an adventure I have been on!

 

   As I last posted you I set out with the sun at my back to spy our

   dread enemy of Goat lovers.  To my I quickly found myself in the

   Outlands and had to spend most of my time completely under cover
least

   I be exposed. Either that gardener woman or the brewer sabotaged my

   trip, I am not sure which.  I tried to force the information out of

   the gardener by she would not speak.  Her arm may heal yet, only time

   will tell. Unfortunately I ran across an old trader friend that took

   delight in eating all of my messenger birds (must convince him birds

   are made of pork).  That is what has kept me from communicating until

   now.