I thought, since we're trading mail, you'll enjoy this one I found by the
I need your advice. We're both about the same, city-hopping, guild-hopping
until we found a hole to hide in. But it STINKS here. I mean, c'mon. No one
has a mind of their own but Plaman, and all he does is go on about the \"glory
days\"... as if anyone gives a crap about 200 year old crap anyhow!
What should we do now? The teaming thing is getting kinda old, and I've busted
about every rule there is. Friends? Like you, I've got none. I gotta suck up
to newborns because no one else can tolerate me, either.
How do you get by? Got any advice? Cause I've run out of things to quit from
and I know you're in the same boat.
Not sure who it's to or from, but it's a fun read. Enjoy.
Written by my hand on the 20th of Mournsend, in the year 1174.