Unto their most Excellent Excellencies of Namron, <strong style="font-weight: normal;">Donnchadh Beag mac Griogair and </strong><strong style="font-weight: normal;">
Muriel ingen Gille Crist, and to my friends and the populace of the First Barony of Ansteorra,<br><br>I am Svan. Greetings and solicitations.<br><br>Your
prodigal bard invites you to join myself and my most fair Lady, Catrin,
at Steppes Warlord this year, for our wedding. Of all peoples of the
Kingdom, you, my home barony, I would like most to see there. Long
have we missed being in your fair lands, while suffering in the
horrendous conditions down south.<br>
<br>*sound of Icelander being soundly beaten over the head, accompanied by Welsh curses in the background*<br><br>Pray
come enjoy this wonderful time in the joining of myself and this lady, with singing, drinking, and singing to follow. Unfortunately,
in these horrendous lands I live in--<br>
<br>*ahem*<br><br>The drinking will be sparse, for I have yet to find a brewer worth his yeast in these dry, dry lands.<br><br>At
this time, my brethren, I am asking for bids from those that can do a
wedding feast. Pray remember, Svan is poor lord. But my lady is worth
all the amber in the world, and thus, I wish to do right by her in all
manners.<br>
<br>I ask thee to send this missive to those that cannot reach it by ether-net.<br><br>I remain in your service,<br>THL Svan Coldbrowskaldsson</strong>