The lull in fighting here has allowed me to hastily scrawl this missive to you, My Lords. I send greetings from distant and all too violent lands. My situation here is becoming desperate, and so I was pleased to hear from my old acquaintance, now your servant, Script Wrecked, who bid me to make a hasty retreat from my current plague ridden lands and journey forth to join him here in your peaceful and verdant kingdom.
I thought it best to send this missive in advance, lest you be inclined to deny such a bedraggled and impoverished traveler entry into your most splendid kingdom. I hasten to add, my Lords, that I personally am not plague ridden. The Clerics here have assured me that I carry no virulent strain, and I'm sure they have no reason to lie. Sadly however, the unwashed peasantry of these lands have fallen foul to pestilence, famine and violence, and it is all we can do to keep them outside the walls.
Despite my four and half decades I am still in good health, with few aches and injures that would preclude me from serving you. I have been a keen observer and scholar of Human activity for almost half of my life now, and would look forward to seeing the splendor of your kingdom. My old acquaintance has assured me that you have maintained a peaceful and happy rule over your devoted peasantry in a veritable land of milk and honey.
I'm sure my entry into your kingdom would precipitate no strife or malcontent, unlike the last ... damnation, they are coming at the east barricades again. I must away to urge the defenders on, and assure them that the certain sacrifice of their life will not be in vein. I shall pack my meager belongings and await any appropriate travel documents you may wish to send. May the Gods watch over and protect/mutilate you, as appropriate.
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