Topic: A Missive For The Carpenter

Lydia Loran

Date: 2007-10-31 15:00 EST
For her lunch break, Lydia took over the office at The Stitch to locate some passable stationary- all of which smelled of tea because of the tea Erin kept in the desk with the stationary. At least it wasn't a terrible smell. The fact the stationary she found was pink and purple was a little unfortunate, but maybe Glenn wouldn't notice? Fountain pen brandished, she quickly penned a brief letter for the carpenter:


Glenn,

Since Miss Prum's shop comes into our possession tomorrow, that will give us an extra workroom. Just like we've discussed before I would love if you could craft more shelves for the store. We only need two this time though. If you're able to you're more than welcome to use the work room since it'll be a while before we're ready to use it ourselves or join the stores together. You're also welcome to use it for any of your own projects as well, since I know the rooms at the inn aren't ideal for working in.

Let me know something soon if you're able. You know where to find me.

-Lydia


Done with that, stationary was left out on the desk as she picked up the letter, blowing on it and waving it about to get it to dry quicker, though all that did was cause the ink to smudge a little in a couple places. Grumbling a bit to herself, she folded the letter up and stuck it in an obscenely pink envelope before she started her journey to the inn. A fun journey too, that, since it was Halloween and she was wearing her outfit- something akin to a harem dancer. Gods she turned red at some of the looks she got.

She was quick to slip into the inn, through one of the back entrances not immediately accessible to the public. She knew her way around well since she had worked at the inn as a page for a while. Stairs were ascended quickly, her shoes clonking against the ground in the process. Lips pursed she located Glenn's room easily, but rather than knock or disturb him in case he was working, the envelope was just slipped under the door crack. A nod to herself after her mission was complete, and she moved back down the stairs, readjusting her top to try not to show as much midriff...

Imrathion Tathar

Date: 2007-11-03 22:00 EST
October 31, present
Evening

Glenn almost didn't notice the letter when he entered his room. After his walk back from the glen with no cloak on, he was freezing cold, and all he wanted to do was jump in bed and bury his face in his pillow until his eyes squeezed shut in sleep. However, once he closed the door and locked it behind him, his eyes happened to look down at the floor. A letter? A pink envelope? I wonder who this could be from, he thought sarcastically to himself. Once he opened the letter, though, his thoughts changed, when the handwriting revealed wasn't that odd loopy cursive he'd expected. Work, eh? Well, I guess I better take of this first. Glenn pinched the bridge of his nose, then rubbed his temples. The smoke had really done a number on his head and his eyes. Or was it something else?

His handwriting was surprisingly sloppy, especially if someone had read any of his previous notes and letters. His hands kept shaking, either from shivering or his emotions. As a result, his wrist occasionally brushed across fresh blue ink, blurring some of the letters. Other letters also seemed to smudged by drops of water. Perhaps his roof was leaking? The message was terse and short.

Lydia,

I'll be there on Monday, November 5 to start working on the shelves. It should take no more than a couple of weeks. Thank you for offering me the workroom to use for my own projects, I greatly appreciate it.

See you on Monday.

Glenn

White stationery was placed into an ivory envelope, and sealed with red wax and his oak tree signet. When he woke up the next day, sometime in the late morning, he would track down one of the inn's pages and have them send his message over to the Stitch.