The Post: Notes, Letters, Rants and Whatnot

Letters! It seems like we've got no place to put them and yet, they all go somewhere. How about here?

Write a note to a pal, a letter to your mother-in-law, a rant to your local cheese-maker!
Post away my pretties!

To: Prince William Alexton
From: Blade Smith A. Finch

I offer you my services and token of my approval on your crusade against the crown.
This madness, has gone on for too long.

-Finch


The letter arrived in the hands of a weedy, twelve year old boy with a chipped tooth on a fine chestnut gelding. Poorly spoken lad, but polite. Tired and hungry, but otherwise well taken care of, he had little to say about his "Master" other than that 'he' was a fair man a fine smith and that he expected him back quite soon. With the letter, there came a plain, wooden box with a burned in maker's mark which had been seen before floating around a few military camps. Little more than a few misshapen blobs at this point, it still meant the same thing: A good blade, fine workmanship and a promise, to outlive it's owner. Inside the box, wrapped in felt and sheathed in leather, was a beautifully crafted misericorde. It's hilt was braided black and green leather, accented by twisted silver wire, the blade sharp enough to cut before feeling. It too, bore the maker's symbol, as well as the Prince's own crest. A fine gift indeed.