Mr. Mathonwy Corso,

I have had the sometimes dubious pleasure of your acquaintance from a
very young age. Who would think the young man I use to argue the
semantics of our differing faiths would be the same person who taught me
that faith is not everything.

I stood by silently as you pledge your hand to a neurotic trollop, we
leant on each other as we tried to find our feet after falling from the
graces of our respective factions, and when we found our own, separate
paths once more you still stepped out of the way to share a drink.

It is about time our paths joined once more.
Marry me you idiot.

Tahquil Maris

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Sarapin, in the year 583 AF.