[Bordermarch] My Turn Nomis!

[Charles Netterville]

*Nomis, You said* And now you have your cook try to do your bidding?  
 
Not so fast... In my travels I've been exposed to fungi that do to the mind what seems to have been done to yours... Small, purplish fungi, which I'm told have quite a bitter taste. Have you befriended one who has offered to you this, perhaps in the form of a tea? 
Certain weeds can also have this effect. Check your supplies, and if one has offered you a 'special' tobacco for your pipe try switching to a reputable dealer  whom we know can be trusted. 
It is for these very reasons that Masters of the culinary arts must be ever vigilant with their apprentices to maintain the quality of foods served within our esteemed Kingdom. Knowledge of this is passed down from Master to Apprentice, and has been like this for many ages. 
Knowing that your ignorance of my art and of the herbs of which not to partake may be the reasoning behind your ever incoherent rants, I can pity you more and loathe you less dear befuddled Nomis. 
The fog has dimmed your wit to now misinterpret Her Excellencies inspiring words to mean nothing more than a few pagan ramblings, an admission to drugging a Noble of Ansteorra against his will, and a curse to Their Excellencies offspring's manhood. 
I assure you that the Nobility which I serve is above this, that your short circuited synaptic pathways now make accusation thereto. 
 
*You also said* Be warned cook, I am not some rotten slab of meat that you are used to cooking beyond all recognition.  
This too in a common misconception among the unenlightened. What I serve to my nobles, and their populace when they see fit to allow me to, is perfectly aged and cured Ansteorran beef, pork, poultry or lamb, as befits Their Excellencies whim. As it should be. 
*You also said*  I will be keeping an extra eye on you going forward.
And I will be watchful for you as well dear Nomis... I now know that you are not only a threat to my Nobility, you may also be a threat to yourself. This self destructive behavior that you engage in can come to no good. Surrender yourself to Their Excellency's physicians. They may still be able to save you if the damage isn't too bad. I do fear however, based upon your previous rants that there may be no way to bring your mind back from the realms of which it now writhes in the constant Hell of an altered level of awareness. 
But I, being the ever caring servant I am, would be willing to do all within my power to try. 
 
In defense of my Nobility, my Barony and my Kingdom, I remain in joyful service. Elrique