Dear sir,
I hope this letter finds you whole. That your protracted imprisonment and threat of dispersal has not disturbed your legendary calm.
You servants in the Still Lands Beyond stir in their long rest at your absence, though I am pleased to report there have been no awakenings.
The Unquiet paw at the doors of our keep and plead and threaten us with familiar voices, but this change is not half enough to stir your faithful servants from their duties.
A scurrilous growth has sprouted up in one of the lesser audience chambers — historians to forgotten peoples — but so far has made no demands. If you could give your us sign, we humbly request the permission to remove the weed.
Yours,
Pacet