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[Merci d'Rue]

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It was the oddest thing as the shipment of rare and imported bananas arrived in Stonegate Meadhall, the supply runner brought it quickly to the Oracle who surveyed the ongoing construction. Merci smilled looking at the letter, knowing the handwriting. Perhaps a tinge of relief on the Oracles face...she left it for who it was addressed unopened.

"A poorly written, barely legiable letter sent to Myr"

Deer Meerdin,
How are you doang? I am fine. I am in jail, how are you? How are Meerci and that kid I have? I'm shure all is well, anyway, I am in Jail. Tell the others not to touch my stuff,
Sincurly,
Tommy the Cat
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May destiny guide you...

[Mairsil]

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Myrddin simply blinked, staring down at the letter.

This was actually a welcome change in tone compared to most of the letters he'd received of late. Normally he wouldn't of been surprised by such a thing from Tommy, though it was hard to not read the letter over at least twice.

Tommy was not the strongest of warriors nor the most gifted of scholars - though he contributed to the kingdom no less profoundly.

Unfortunately Tommy didn't leave Myrddin much to go on in the letter, but it would have to do.



Tommy,

I am well. I might ask how you got yourself into prison... but it likely best we discuss that later.

In fact, it is probably ultimately best we discuss absolutely nothing in this letter.

Expect a visit soon, and stay as strong as you can.

Your friend,

Myrddin ab'Arawn


Myrddin sealed the letter and exited his new quarters quickly. He would have to hope he could track down the messenger before they departed the valley.
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"You see I can not be forsaken, because I'm not the only one. We walk amongst you, beating, r#ping, must we hide from everyone?" - Jon Davis