Congratulations, my dearest Lord Tyrannus, on finally claiming the kill
I owed you. I must marvel at your impeccable skill and timing where you
assault me in my bath rather than in a fair duel. It was however, rather
flattering for you to imply that you not only can't handle me in a real
fight but would also very much rather see me nude.

Perhaps you will come for me in bed next, since you seem to have a
penchant for jumping me in compromising positions. I'll rather look
forward to that.

PS: Please don't bother making any snide remarks about dwarven body
hair. You saw every last inch, there was no hair, facial or otherwise.


Yours,
Skye B. Anchors

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Ero, in the year 403 AF.