Gather at My Mansion!
Hello, Nick:
There will be no argument: the midwinter gathering is at the mansion, and everyone is invited except Sindaraen and that dreadful half-elf Laurie's second youngest brought as a date last year. Remind me again why I permit the next generation to bring anyone to dinner whom they haven't married and thus made unavoidable?
I can't imagine that I have any news you haven't already heard over the bracelet. Angel seems content to remain in Sigil breaking heads with that group of thugs that she joined; I detest that vertiginous hell too much to visit, although I drop in on her within the dreamscape regularly. I honestly don't know why she's so determined to remain offplane; does she expect me to run this family and the company forever? I think I'll give her one more year and then insist she return to take up the family business. I'm inviting a promising young VileRune to the dinner for her; his family's in quarrying and timber, which would be an asset to ScintCo.
Daniel, of course, sees no reason to pressure her, but whenever I try to discuss the matter of heritage and responsibility with him, the topic deteriorates into an argument over my dislike for youth potions, which I fail to see has any bearing on the matter of Angel's familial duties. By the way, he insists I write that he would prefer to visit you so that he can check your security and patrol arrangements. Doesn't he do that every time he visits? I think he's growing bored; a general without a war. It wouldn't surprise me if he starts a campaign next year just to keep his hand in. Actually, I get the feeling Chullin's ready to go out in a blaze of glory (you will burn this after reading it, won't you?) rather than die of old age, which makes it even more likely that we'll see some kind of dust-up soon. Not that I'm against war per se, but you just know it'll become racially charged, and I'm getting too old to keep proving myself to cocky young orcish warriors. Maybe I can convince Chullin to finally take up arms against those damned dragons. If he wants a blaze of glory....
At any rate, that's neither here nor there, at least until spring. Don't you dare send Tamsen to me, now or in the future; I grow less patient with teenagers every year, and I do wish everybody would stop creating more. We will put anybody who isn't out of adolescence yet at the second table, as usual, this year.
Misha tells me I have a meeting with the guild in an hour. Somebody is killing Glenzor's undead contingent rather efficiently, and the guild's been asked to track down the murderer; frankly, I don't see why we should get involved. SkinEater can take care of himself, and I don't have any reason to care about a bunch of vampires and ghosts. But then again, who knows; maybe I'll want to take the lich route myself, someday. I'll pretend to be sympathetic, anyway. It's probably a paladin; the city guard's been surprisingly inefficient at tracking the killer down on its own, and Danny still has a lot of clout with the captains. Sigh. I'd better go ask him whether I need to take a side on the matter, after all. Gods, I hope it isn't Callous again. He's been rather quiet on the bracelets lately, hasn't he?
Do send me the menu so I can have the servants start ordering supplies; let's not have another wrangling-until-the-last-minute fiasco between you and Brandon again, all right?
- Mikhael
There will be no argument: the midwinter gathering is at the mansion, and everyone is invited except Sindaraen and that dreadful half-elf Laurie's second youngest brought as a date last year. Remind me again why I permit the next generation to bring anyone to dinner whom they haven't married and thus made unavoidable?
I can't imagine that I have any news you haven't already heard over the bracelet. Angel seems content to remain in Sigil breaking heads with that group of thugs that she joined; I detest that vertiginous hell too much to visit, although I drop in on her within the dreamscape regularly. I honestly don't know why she's so determined to remain offplane; does she expect me to run this family and the company forever? I think I'll give her one more year and then insist she return to take up the family business. I'm inviting a promising young VileRune to the dinner for her; his family's in quarrying and timber, which would be an asset to ScintCo.
Daniel, of course, sees no reason to pressure her, but whenever I try to discuss the matter of heritage and responsibility with him, the topic deteriorates into an argument over my dislike for youth potions, which I fail to see has any bearing on the matter of Angel's familial duties. By the way, he insists I write that he would prefer to visit you so that he can check your security and patrol arrangements. Doesn't he do that every time he visits? I think he's growing bored; a general without a war. It wouldn't surprise me if he starts a campaign next year just to keep his hand in. Actually, I get the feeling Chullin's ready to go out in a blaze of glory (you will burn this after reading it, won't you?) rather than die of old age, which makes it even more likely that we'll see some kind of dust-up soon. Not that I'm against war per se, but you just know it'll become racially charged, and I'm getting too old to keep proving myself to cocky young orcish warriors. Maybe I can convince Chullin to finally take up arms against those damned dragons. If he wants a blaze of glory....
At any rate, that's neither here nor there, at least until spring. Don't you dare send Tamsen to me, now or in the future; I grow less patient with teenagers every year, and I do wish everybody would stop creating more. We will put anybody who isn't out of adolescence yet at the second table, as usual, this year.
Misha tells me I have a meeting with the guild in an hour. Somebody is killing Glenzor's undead contingent rather efficiently, and the guild's been asked to track down the murderer; frankly, I don't see why we should get involved. SkinEater can take care of himself, and I don't have any reason to care about a bunch of vampires and ghosts. But then again, who knows; maybe I'll want to take the lich route myself, someday. I'll pretend to be sympathetic, anyway. It's probably a paladin; the city guard's been surprisingly inefficient at tracking the killer down on its own, and Danny still has a lot of clout with the captains. Sigh. I'd better go ask him whether I need to take a side on the matter, after all. Gods, I hope it isn't Callous again. He's been rather quiet on the bracelets lately, hasn't he?
Do send me the menu so I can have the servants start ordering supplies; let's not have another wrangling-until-the-last-minute fiasco between you and Brandon again, all right?
- Mikhael
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