<i>What else would a brute do?  I plan future victories over my enemies.  I visit my infamous harem of foreign beauties.  I write vaguely inappropriate letters to young princes whose elder brothers wish to behead me for what is surely considered a continued insult. <br/>
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Blatant disregard for his wishes (commands) is not the reason I write, though hearing that it turns his face does not disappoint me.  I admit, I’m still aggrieved over the moment he stole (and indeed was sore for obvious reasons long after I left your castle) that evening.<br/>
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If I should say I am safe, then I will.  I am safe. <br/>
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Things have been quiet now.  The weather will grow warmer and ease the restless for a time. <br/>
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It is a shame to let sweets go to waste.  Perhaps if there are any not spoiled by the time you receive this, you could try them paired with wine.  Of course we have vineyards along the southern coast, but there is a small one just east where the grapes grow darker, virtually black.  I have chosen that to counter the pale mead and your own fairness.  It would contrast beautifully if it were to accidentally spill it across your skin.<br/>
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Of your father, I know not what to say.  I spoke more with Gharreld and know little about the man.  I can only offer my condolences to you and your family and wish him a peaceful travel into the after.<br/>
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And then you must continue wearing the cuff.  I wouldn't want you to remain askew.<br/>
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I wore your little gift to dinner last night and received some interesting looks from Rijek and another under my care.  I don’t think it suits the informal, so wearing it out on my ventures is impossible.  It seems brutes are not to wear pretty things.</i><br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/keth-sig-2-png.2718/" title="keth sig 2.png">
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</div><br/><br/><br/>The bottle of wine was in dark glass with no label.  A secondary bottle, much smaller than the first, was sent along.  This one was clear, as were the contents.  There was no explanation of it, though it had a faint floral scent.