Letters from a pissed off knight
Dear friends who would never make me help you with wedding preparations unless they involved killing people,
The good news is, I am no longer covered in mud, quicksand, or questionable dinner. Please don't ask about that one.
The bad news is, I am now somehow helping with wedding preparations. His Royal Pain in the Rear is getting married to the ever lovely Princess Thayet in a moon's time. You would think as King's Champion I would be doing something useful, like security. Well, I am. And you really, really don't want to hear all the gossip I've managed to learn. But somehow, Thayet also wants me to be her in wedding party and my hysterical screams of "NO!" are not being heard. And since I am constantly surrounded by ladies, I am not allowed to punch people who annoy me.
I am patiently, patiently, awaiting the end of this torment so I can go back and chase down law breakers, bandits, and other people who annoy me. Like Raoul, who won't stop laughing and wouldn't help me when I was stuck in quicksand. Or in a very bad dinner conversation. That man is pure evil.
It's cold and I miss the desert.
How have you been? What is the latest insanity Fandom decided to deal you? I should be able to recieve letters for the next month or so, so please, please, please entertain me in a way that does not involve drinking, dancing, violence, and me plotting vengeance against very seamstress in the city.
Sincerely yours,
Sir Alanna of Olau.
[ooc: Usual 'letters came from fire, light, etc.' to anyone who wants to get one disclaimer. Responses go here. Alanna is likely to go into great detail about how she'd like to dissect dresses.]