Battle

Two days ago, I asked you to bring battle to a terrible enemy. You delivered, and more.

What few remain of these scum are no doubt checking under their beds for killers in black and gold.

You have my thanks.

-WW

The context should suffice to know that you're not talking about bumblebees and botany--not that there's never insects in wartime. Ask the folks around Crownhurst.

From the sound of it, my over-used joke "Travancian Military Strategy" might've lost its zing. Is this the case?

-Chet

I've seen with with my own two blessed eyes, in writing, that you consider that zinger over-used and that's all that matters to me. Nevermind battles, occultists, and lingering fears of what might resemble bumbling bees.

Th' gits got a right kicking. Tha's wha' they get fra being Arcane Sons. Do we know wha happened ta th' ones tha' lived in the dot around Fort McWilliam? Tha's kinda me people an' I want ta see them taken care of.....once an' fer all. Those gits are gonna catch a boot if they're still in me homeland....

Ninnyhammer, if that's all that matters to you, then it's an alright night, isn't it?

-Chet

P.S. Donny, I wouldn't mind a tour of the Highlands if it were bookended by some of your whiskey. Though if we're knocking cultists upside the head, better to make sure the bottle's empty first, hey?

They should no longer give us too much trouble then? I am pleased, I had been scouting the woods during their encroachment and had heard word some may have been upset with my actions a moon past. I am glad to hear they should be less bother within Travance, at the very least.

Nalick,

Anytime ye wish. There should be some o' th' stuff left at th' Talla Iarainn (assumin' Da hasna gone through it all trying ta keep calm when Ma isna around.)