Post by Shway'Shway on Jun 16, 2023 17:13:44 GMT
Jedd busies himself cleaning (read, evenly spreading) last night's grime from the Cavernous Seashank's tabletops, groaning under the pain of a hangover. It had been a long night, but to be fair, he enjoyed spending time with his patrons, even if he would never admit as much publically; he has a grumpy reputation to uphold after all.
This is when the front door opens, cruel sunlight intruding into his cave of stale beer vapours and bodily odours. Something walks in. Or waddles, more like, leaving moist footprints on the floorboards, toward the Seashank's bar counter: an orange skinned frogman, barely dressed in half-cured and reeking hides, wearing around his neck, arms and ankles a bewildering collection of torques, amulets, runes, and, well... trash. The little fellow's yellow eyes just barely reach over the counter top, so Jedd tentatively leans over.
"Uh, hello? How can I help you?"
Jedd picks up the letter, wet at the edges, and squints at the rows of neat script.
To whom it may concern,
The Grung elder council have learned of the recent trouble befalling the Dawnlands, and as the rightful sovereigns and defenders of the Frog Bog have decided in their wisdom and grace to lend their aid by sending one of their best warriors to assist the Dryskins, i.e. yourselves. The warrior bearing this letter is called Shway'Shway and will be of assistance. Extend him all the courtesies and respect befitting his station as the chosen champion of the Grung Imperium.
Written by Tollin Coppertongue on behalf of and duly authorized by
The Golden Council
Grung Imperium, Frog Bog
The Grung elder council have learned of the recent trouble befalling the Dawnlands, and as the rightful sovereigns and defenders of the Frog Bog have decided in their wisdom and grace to lend their aid by sending one of their best warriors to assist the Dryskins, i.e. yourselves. The warrior bearing this letter is called Shway'Shway and will be of assistance. Extend him all the courtesies and respect befitting his station as the chosen champion of the Grung Imperium.
Written by Tollin Coppertongue on behalf of and duly authorized by
The Golden Council
Grung Imperium, Frog Bog
A row of muddy fingerprints, likely in lieu of signatures, is followed by a second, shorter block of text:
PS: Please be aware that Shway’Shway does not have a good grasp of the finer aspects of civilization or indeed the Common tongue yet, but he is a fast learner. Please speak slowly and loudly to him, using simple words, and he will pick up your meaning. Also, please be kind and patient with him, I assure you he means well!
Jedd scratches his aching head, sighs, folds the letter up and slides it back toward the Grung warrior called Shway'Shway.
"Alright. I s'ppose you'll want to stay here? You have money?"
"Well… it never gets boring around here…"
