Warhammer Whisper to Trickery's sister
DateTime:7/8/2009 5:21:12 PM

Oh sister, the people in this land are a sight!  So unlike our civilized people. The native men are so brawny and uncouth, carrying large weapons where they go.  One would think that it is a compensation for lack of a certain talent, however their skimpy loincloths put that notion to rest.  Mother would be mortified if she knew what I had seen in these last few days.  The men are so bold, and their stares made me wish I had worn the robes she suggested.  Their women are odd in this land, and there are so few of them.  When I approached a female, she uttered something with a disdainful look and turned her back to me.  Jealousy perhaps? -- they certainly could use a stylist in this heathen village. No matter, the attention of the men is there should I follow that path.  If they are as lusty in bed as they are in battle....  perhaps I can add more in my next letter. 

After a day had passed, I decided to make the best of my situation, and have joined into their battles.  My skills are apparently not desired or even necessary, as the men brutally tear apart any foe that appears.  I contribute what I can, and the local magistrate reluctantly rewards me.  Please tell father that I hope to bring honor to our name.

Time has come for another battle, my rest is over, and as I post this, know that my thoughts are back with my family and my homeland.