Perdon me script, Lady Mylin but imma not handy with parchment and pen.

Im sorry fer da problems wit me kin and ye, but Gimball not be fergettin all da times dat ye and Lurue hav saved me ass.

I'll be drinkin at da Rock Bottom all da time, so mebbe we can shares a brew and convserate.

Gimball

[the response is left at the Rock Bottom tavern, the script is flourishing, but obviously written by a person with only common education]

Gimball, I would love nothing more to converse with you. However, I'll not be cause for you to keep secrets from your brethren and kin, as they will be as good a friend to you as I can. Instead, I charge you to look after them, and be a voice of reason in the upcoming times. When this all blows over, I look forward to sharing a pint.

P.S. And most likely passing out after two or three.

Mylin, Luminary Minora of the Lurite Faithful, and Altar Girl of the Memorial House of Light.

P.P.S. and lover of long titles.