Dear Olaf and Mater:
Things have been going really great this week. First of all, I have
gathered a lot of gold. I have a neck torc and two wristlets of solid
gold! (Note to Ben: One of the things he'll be doing in downtime is
finding a goldsmith and looking for the best deal on converting his money
into an easier form to carry - maybe with jewels.) Secondly, my griffin
mount is coming along splan - splun - spled - well. Third: I did another
brave deed in front of my fellow warriors.
As I told you, I've been getting involved with Greta. She's not as smart
as Sophia or buxom as Tamara, but she's also not an aristocrat, or too
innocent, or too loose, and she's honest, which puts her ahead of Sophia
and Tamara. Even better, she's Saxon. There is one problem, she has a
six year old son. She had the kid while she was a ... slave of a rich
noble. She didn't tell me because she was ashamed of being a former
slave. Now she's a free woman. Some guys, uhm, I think they were
slavers, tried to take the kid while he was out playing. Their mage
summoned an invisible monster that flew off with the kid.
I ran along this wall and grabbed him. I saw Sophia coming, so I figgered
that I would just land on my back and she would heal up any broken bones.
By accident, I came down feet first and managed to keep my balance. Of
course, I told them that I meant to do that.
Then the kid was bawling and the mother was bawling and I didn't know what
to say or do. I wished Eobart was there to do the talking. Kid needs a
bodygard, maybe Gothwain can finally get a real job.
Alfred
