*A goblin electroshhoot timecapture image falls into your lap as well*
Peoples of the grim-
This an official communicate to your city of origin
at the moment, and seek refuge in your armies upon my arrival.
Should I and my sister (who travels along with me) be accepted
into your ranks, we shall bring the fortune, power, influence and
might of our family along with us, and will extend such luxuries
and advantages to your people.
We have fled our estate under some rather sudden
and unfortunate misunderstandings, but rest assured that should
we be accepted and sheltered under these rather hasty conditions,
you shall be handsomely rewarded.
Should word regarding a beauty pageant entered by my sister
and the deaths of a few participants and some nonsense about
poison dresses reach you before this post does, I implore you to
simply dispose of it and give it no further thought- I assure
you they are rumors and not worthy of your attention.
Sincerely, The Baroness Nastina Witchoil