(c) Nin Harris 2009 —
The Caretaker Speaks:
I have been slowly reading accounts of old Alhaere shared by Learie. The lands she speaks of, remind me of the uninhabited Fens towards the South-East of this isle. It may be wise for me to spend more time there. There may be clues in relation to the origins of this island which will mesh well with my discoveries in the Mishgalaveri Vale.
I do need to sort out other problems here first. The dragons are still making a frightful racket, and I really need to find an unused teabag somewhere. If I do not get some tea to settle my frazzled nerves, I do not know what I will do.
And if that is not enough, there’s a new exile living in the wild rose garden, somewhere towards the northwestern side of the grounds. I met her yesterday whilst composing a letter.
To cut a long story short, I met her, and she insisted that I aid her in writing down her raving accounts. She claims to be a Lady, but, you never know these days. Just smile politely, nod and walk away.
Do expect an emergence of a Courtyard sometime soon. She’s entertaining enough, and I could always direct a guest or two to her, I suppose. Whilst not the most lucid of hostesses, she is diverting in her own way.
On the subject of dubious hosts, I’d advise you to stay away from that Conrad fellow. Yes, he has a nice voice and a certain air about him. But just stay away from him, please? I have more than enough on my plate right now and do not want to have to account for the disappearance of yet another visitor.
Yes, yes. If you’ve got nothing better to do and you’re really curious, you can go and talk to her. Her name is Deiranetta, and she handed me a whole pile of her love letters.
No, you can’t read it yet. It is badly written, overly effusive and her grammar is deplorable.
Look, why don’t you go and find the help-bogles, make me some tea, and index these cards nicely for me? No? I thought not. Run along to the garden then.