Fridrich,
I am writing to report an unusual situation. The other day, a man walked up to our outpost – reeking of garlic, his skin covered with crosses drawn with charcoal.
I walked up to him and demanded what he wanted, and the idiot said he asked to be imprisoned. I admit, this left me speechless, so he continued: "Cursed vrakhiri shall choke on the blood of Klaus the Brave!".
When I regained composure, I ordered my men to flog him, cover him in tar, and then dump in the bogs. I was sure he wouldn’t survive this, but it was later reported he somehow managed to crawl out and ran off somewhere. So be on the lookout for this oddball.
Yours,
Demyan
I am writing to report an unusual situation. The other day, a man walked up to our outpost – reeking of garlic, his skin covered with crosses drawn with charcoal.
I walked up to him and demanded what he wanted, and the idiot said he asked to be imprisoned. I admit, this left me speechless, so he continued: "Cursed vrakhiri shall choke on the blood of Klaus the Brave!".
When I regained composure, I ordered my men to flog him, cover him in tar, and then dump in the bogs. I was sure he wouldn’t survive this, but it was later reported he somehow managed to crawl out and ran off somewhere. So be on the lookout for this oddball.
Yours,
Demyan