[ At some point, handed off in passing or left at Yngvi's door: a stack of three obscure old books by nobodies from nowhere. None of them is, exactly, a traditional romance novel featuring a leading dwarf. But two of them are a pair of adventures where the narrator is clearly very horny for her dwarven hero and keeps writing in very loving and unnecessary detail about water dripping off his beard and down his torso in the middle of several different rainy fight sequences. The third is a book of poetry that never specifically names the target of its worshipful sonnets as a dwarf, but that is at least the popular interpretation of the many comparisons to small things and mentions of rocks. ]
M. Inagutterson,
You were right. Romance novels with dwarves are impossible. But I thought I would pass along what I did find. Now if we lose the war because I spent all of these hours digging through bookstalls instead of writing to merchants, it will not be entirely in vane.
I did not read them. If they are terible, let me know, and we can throw them into the sea.
Bastien
[ For the record, the spelling errors are IC. And the handwriting is, like, legible with context, but it might require some squinting. ]
[Probably a solid week later of consulting whatever Yngvi has to consult regarding sudden book deliveries because who even gives you books out of the blue what is this and maybe he handled them like they were going to bite--
(It's Kirkwall though that's probably a sensible policy, that should be the first policy everywhere and maybe things would be a little bit better.)
But there's a note back in Yngvi's handwriting which slants off to the side of the page, smudged in a few places with what is absolutely grease from whatever he's been working on.
A nug has nibbled the bottom left-hand corner.]
Bastien,
Cheers for the books I'll read you the dirty bits send on the best bits. Who wants to bother with merchants they're pricksthieves terrible anyway.
Why do people want dwarves in the rain beards smell.
I need someone to explain the poem stuff in complete detail.
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M. Inagutterson,
You were right. Romance novels with dwarves are impossible. But I thought I would pass along what I did find. Now if we lose the war because I spent all of these hours digging through bookstalls instead of writing to merchants, it will not be entirely in vane.
I did not read them. If they are terible, let me know, and we can throw them into the sea.
Bastien
[ For the record, the spelling errors are IC. And the handwriting is, like, legible with context, but it might require some squinting. ]
no subject
(It's Kirkwall though that's probably a sensible policy, that should be the first policy everywhere and maybe things would be a little bit better.)
But there's a note back in Yngvi's handwriting which slants off to the side of the page, smudged in a few places with what is absolutely grease from whatever he's been working on.
A nug has nibbled the bottom left-hand corner.]
Bastien,
Cheers for the books I'll
read you the dirty bitssend on the best bits. Who wants to bother with merchants they'repricksthievesterrible anyway.Why do people want dwarves in the rain beards smell.I need someone to explain the poem stuff in complete detail.
Yngvi
[Crossings out are legible with squinting.]