Highborn Padre Richeleau,
Lady Nellwyn is very busy those days, so I`ll respond to your call for us, the
Eburones. Be assured, I`ll inform her that you have left a message for us, the
proud and blessed people.
Not often, we`re visiting these great halls. Not that we don`t like them, no,
far from it! The architecture is superb, and surely, created by the grace of
the Gods. No, no, there`s nothing to complain about these great halls. All the
people rushing in here day after day---What a pleasure!---communicating,
porclaiming, arguing, quarrelling and so on all the time, from dusk until dawn
and from dawn until dusk---just in the way the Gods wanted us to behave and the
Gods are wise, even though, noone can exactly know their intention.
No, no, the reason is neither the building nor the people, no, the reason is
the language. We don`t understand most of the placards! Unfortunately, we
failed in our attempt to congregate Lords and Ladies who are able to speak in
the common language. I appologize to those few Lords and Ladies who responded
to our letters and especially to one particular Lord, which seem to be the
only, really interessted one. Our scouts are sill on their way!
Lord Devyn seems to have failed in his mission as well to find a realm where he
could learn the dealer`s tongue! Moreover, we haven`t got a message from him
for years---in the meantime, too many years
We`ve been taking him to task
but we`re afraid he`s dead as noone, absolutely NOONE, responded to our request
for help. Neither a single Lord or Lady nor a common scout seem to have seen
Lord Devyn.
The Force of Arms really has beeing upset about the lost of Lord Devyn! Due to
two or three realms which mainly are the homelands of the dealer`s tongue, but
nevertheless, to which we have a good relationship, prevented the warriors from
declaring a war.
We`re at tamar and we`ll stay. We`re getting along---for sure.
The Goddesses and Gods are with you,
Padre Gildas