*IMPORTANT*: I might not update for two-three days. See profile if you're wondering why. *IMPORTANT*
Dear Rosabel:
The letters aren't in the box. Check under the desk draw. The letters will be stuck to the bottom of it with wax. They probably are from Wayde, since I doubt that Skandian guy can read and write.
Steal the coffee beans if you want to play Capture the Flag—and then pin it the ceiling, putting a ransom note on the coffee pot.
No, I'm not dead, and there's not much going on. We've been a bit tied up with...
I trailed off and looked around. Jacque was limping around muttering about morning people while George (yes, George—I think we'll be visiting the inn for the meal) made breakfast. Shannon was pulling splinters out of Gilan's hand. The cats were playing with a piece of string that Spice kept stealing.
…politics.
In fact, it's been quite boring around here too.
I grinned as I wrote that, remembering what had happened back in the castle. Armed with a saxe knife and a sharp piece of wood, Gilan and I had somehow managed to fight off ten guards and pick up two swords each. After that, there was no stopping us.
We'd put Fitzroy back in power and convinced everyone that war with Araluen was a bad idea. Mostly by showing them what we could do with a longbow and a quiver.
Now we were back at Jacque's place, waiting for things in the government to blow over before we caught our boat ride back to Araluen and recovering, slowly.
Can't wait to be back.
Love,
Adrianne
PS Tell Halt that Gilan sings Greybeard Halt every night.
"You're a complete dork, Gilan." Shannon said, throwing the chips of wood into the fire. "And Alyss, stop trying to sneak up on Gil. It's annoying." She added without turning around.
PPS I think I've found someone who could make a great new apprentice.