Letters home
Hiya Bolo,
Just got a letter from home. Kippen has just turned twenty (the dreaded tweens) and is driving everyone bonkers. Seems to think she's old enough to go adventuring, too. Hah! Momma and Poppa didn't let me go till I was thirty!
She's quite sure there is some kind of dragon at the oak tree. Sure has to be a small one, though. She's setting traps for it. They either catch the miller's cat, or are tripped up empty. She refuses to give up, though.
Poppa is smoking as much as ever. He fully intends to be the next smoke ring champion. Since old Silas Bottomwater has been lording his five year championship all over the vale, he's become almost obsessed with it. Momma perserveres, and makes him clean the tobacco stains off her walls.
Well, that's all from home, how's your family holding out, and what else have you gotten into? Has it been as interesting as that time I pulled you out of the naga's maw at Bilyhopple creek?
Keep in touch, and give your family my best when next you write them, or see them.
Your faithful Cousin
Tickleberry