Musings of a Queen
A note scrawled in Sylvan
I have been named ruler of our fledgling kingdom. This came as no real surprise, based on the dynamic of our rag tag group. Having anticipated some “competition” from our little drummer boy, it was somewhat puzzling when Korl accepted a position beneath me. I find myself suspicious of a victory too easily attained, and wonder if this blessing is merely a threat in disguise. Beyond that, I have serious doubts as to the bard’s capabilities as a diplomat. If the pattern holds, he will simply cast sleep on any individual he sees as a threat, and unfortunately for him, not everyone is as merciful as I am. It is my prediction that worse punishments lie in store for him than a simple shot in the cock. He’d better watch his step, or the hurt train is a comin’.