A letter
You should be exceedingly glad you aren't here right now. Through some ridiculous fiasco involving a true rune and a bad case of the flu, it seems half the population of Budehuc has somehow ended up in other people's bodies, myself, unfortunately, included. Right now, I seem to be about two or three years older, ten centimetres taller, and very, very pale. Even this boy's hair is almost light enough to be white, and so short, as well. As for my body, it is apparently currently in the possession of that overactive elf and he is making me look positively ridiculous. I truly hope this is righted soon, because I'm not sure I can take this much longer. Mostly everybody else carrying on about it, really, as there are men turned to women, and women turned to men, and the whole town is basically descended into chaos.
So, really, it's business as usual. Somehow, every time I think this place couldn't possibly become any more of a madhouse, it proves that I couldn't be more wrong.
In any case, I hope everything in Muse is going well. Aside of not quite being myself for the time being, I am doing well. Hopefully things will be back to normal soon, though. Well, as normal as they ever get around here, anyway. I'm thinking about taking a trip to somewhere once it gets warmer, though. Staying inside all winter has made me a bit restless, and getting away from some of the people here would surely be a pleasant change.
--Hortez