Log o8 | voice, a-accidental

[prodigyheir]

[sound of scribbling with a quill, and then it abruptly stops] ... That is not quite right.

[a folding of crisp paper, and then a shhllpp sound as he takes another] Dear Brother... Are you well? I have been much... preoccupied, and have not had... the opportunity to... write. [pause] I am hoping that you can... forgive me. Please extend my

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[peoplenpudding]

Oh, you have a brother, Larsa?

[prodigyheir]

Yes, but he is older than I.