Dear Eugune,
Here is the ink you requested. You may buy your own ink but you can also create your own with the ore and salts I included in this shipment. Be careful with the quail feather, its tip has been sharpened. This may be your first time writing without a stylus.
There is a reason why penmanship must be practices in small letters, and children are not given such expensive ink to learn how to spell. Your handwriting is simply a disgrace. The next letter you write me I want to see an improvement or I will not be writing you back, or sending any more gifts.
The winter is coming. For some months you may not hear from me. Not that you will ever understand what it means to work, but I have serious work left to do before spring. My men and I need to stock for the winter voyages, and I will have to negotiate some dragons to release that will not brave the cold.
-G
P.S: My men believe I had only sent one final letter for you to cease communications. I am surprised this exchange has continued as long as it has.
P.S.S: We are not courting, girl. My best gifts usually go to women who still carry all of their teeth. Therefore, I expect to be paid back with an interest in tenths for the ink and ingredients. That means from now own, ask wisely about gifts from me, or your debt will compund. Make sure your father isn't reading these letters first, he may not understand them.
Here is another dress. I passed a market in the Swedes, and thought you might be interested. If not, make a blanket of it, or burn it on your Snogglelog holiday.