12-14-2015, 01:36 AM
GN-DA
Great Imperator,
My liege instructed me to send you this raven immediately, with such haste that he ordered dictation be taken rather than send for his royal scribe, who has been indisposed with a case of stomach flu.
"Honorable Roris Rex,
We thank you for your report of the, shall we say, extra-curricular activities of our diplomatic liaison. As fussy Gnomes go, he is one of the fussiest, which is to say, an excellent functionary who can nevertheless be somewhat tiresome to his counterparts at times.
Regardless, Bottlenose has harbored desires for some time to ingratiate himself with the Shadow Master, as he understands that there is a veritable river of gold that has begun to flow into their coffers as a result of certain business dealings they have propagated throughout Alamaze. Interestingly enough, however, despite Bottlenose's fawning and puffery, he has received not even one copper from the Shadow Master... who accordingly must be an even better businessman than we all thought.
Rest assured, extra-curricular activities or no, the official position of the Gnomish Alchemical Monarchy is that the Gnomes and Dark Elves have a non-aggression pact through the end of next summer, and flowery words and unsolicited advice about what may or may not be in your national interest shall not change that fact. After all, words are the diplomats' currency, and we can hardly hold an excess of them against anyone, can we?"
These are the words of my liege.
Sincerely,
Snozzberry, Keeper of the Ravens
Great Imperator,
My liege instructed me to send you this raven immediately, with such haste that he ordered dictation be taken rather than send for his royal scribe, who has been indisposed with a case of stomach flu.
"Honorable Roris Rex,
We thank you for your report of the, shall we say, extra-curricular activities of our diplomatic liaison. As fussy Gnomes go, he is one of the fussiest, which is to say, an excellent functionary who can nevertheless be somewhat tiresome to his counterparts at times.
Regardless, Bottlenose has harbored desires for some time to ingratiate himself with the Shadow Master, as he understands that there is a veritable river of gold that has begun to flow into their coffers as a result of certain business dealings they have propagated throughout Alamaze. Interestingly enough, however, despite Bottlenose's fawning and puffery, he has received not even one copper from the Shadow Master... who accordingly must be an even better businessman than we all thought.
Rest assured, extra-curricular activities or no, the official position of the Gnomish Alchemical Monarchy is that the Gnomes and Dark Elves have a non-aggression pact through the end of next summer, and flowery words and unsolicited advice about what may or may not be in your national interest shall not change that fact. After all, words are the diplomats' currency, and we can hardly hold an excess of them against anyone, can we?"
These are the words of my liege.
Sincerely,
Snozzberry, Keeper of the Ravens