Post by DOT on Mar 25, 2024 11:04:02 GMT -5
Didi would quill a letter to the local Sheriff of Shallbrook, having made the assumption that the local hin slingers and guards report to him.
To the Esteemed Sheriff of Shallybrook,
Hail and well met! I pen this missive with the warmth of the hearth in my heart and the glint of gold in my eyes. I am Didi Bludsmith, a Gold Dwarf hailing from the ancient realm of the Deep Kingdom, where the echoes of mirthful laughter and the clinking of tankards resound through stone.
Allow me to extend my deepest compliments to your verdant hamlet of Shallybrook. The very name conjures images of babbling brooks, cozy hearths, and the scent of freshly baked pies wafting from kitchens. Your people, with their nimble fingers and merry spirits, have woven a tapestry of community that warms the cockles of this dwarf's heart.
The way your folk gather there, swapping tales of daring escapades and lost treasures, reminds me of the camaraderie we gold dwarves share in our own halls.
Now, to the matter at hand: The giants. Ah, those towering behemoths from the snow topped mountains. Have they been stirring trouble again? Their thunderous footsteps and penchant for hurling boulders have kept many a dwarf awake at night. Pray tell, dear Sheriff, has Shallybrook felt the tremors of their wrath lately? If so, know that Bludsmith clan stands ready to lend stout axe and unyielding shield in defense of your fair hamlet.
May the Merchant King Vergadain bless your days with prosperity, your nights with laughter, and your cellars with the finest ale. Until our paths cross in person.
In gold and goodwill,
*signed*
D'Deridex Bludsmith
To the Esteemed Sheriff of Shallybrook,
Hail and well met! I pen this missive with the warmth of the hearth in my heart and the glint of gold in my eyes. I am Didi Bludsmith, a Gold Dwarf hailing from the ancient realm of the Deep Kingdom, where the echoes of mirthful laughter and the clinking of tankards resound through stone.
Allow me to extend my deepest compliments to your verdant hamlet of Shallybrook. The very name conjures images of babbling brooks, cozy hearths, and the scent of freshly baked pies wafting from kitchens. Your people, with their nimble fingers and merry spirits, have woven a tapestry of community that warms the cockles of this dwarf's heart.
The way your folk gather there, swapping tales of daring escapades and lost treasures, reminds me of the camaraderie we gold dwarves share in our own halls.
Now, to the matter at hand: The giants. Ah, those towering behemoths from the snow topped mountains. Have they been stirring trouble again? Their thunderous footsteps and penchant for hurling boulders have kept many a dwarf awake at night. Pray tell, dear Sheriff, has Shallybrook felt the tremors of their wrath lately? If so, know that Bludsmith clan stands ready to lend stout axe and unyielding shield in defense of your fair hamlet.
May the Merchant King Vergadain bless your days with prosperity, your nights with laughter, and your cellars with the finest ale. Until our paths cross in person.
In gold and goodwill,
*signed*
D'Deridex Bludsmith