May. 17th, 2022 at 8:01 PM
I don't feel like I've said it enough so, happy anniversary. This morning was wow, I mean, gods. My knees are still wobbly and I've got rug burn on my ass. We should go out tonight, right? Any chance you made a reservation somewhere swanky, Specs? I want to dress you guys up and show you off. Maybe get handsy under a table.
Hello. I have been told this works similarly to a sending stone. And I can contact—I can type? Is that like, oh! I see. Thank you. With the letters? No, no F.C.G. I didn't mean you, but—Hm? What did you ask? Ah, yes. [Some polite laughter.] I am indeed blue, all the time.
Now excuse me, where do I say we are? The Department of Outlander Affairs office?
Imogen, could you—[There is a few pointed coughing noises, one which sounds suspiciously like the name Fearne and not a cough.]
Orym, Laudna. If you could manage to come to the Department of Outlander's Affairs office, myself, Imogen, Fearne, and F.C.G are waiting. I'm concerned Fearne has acquired some things that might belong to other people. And F.C.G. has refused the money they have offered at least five times.
This is Dorian, by the way. I am not sure if you can tell from the writing. Can everyone see this?