Today, as I thought about how your very beauty is like a poem, a will that proves unchallenged, and a list of decorations still don't distract from your potential - I was truly filled with an inner sense that all is right on the Disc. Utter bliss. Then your recluta Quigsby raked across this pristine thought by acting like a beggar at the war camp and became rather insubordinate. While I naturally wouldn't dare to command you on how to conduct your company, if any particular Balesterie may have been instructed not to beat him, it would bring me great delight to such restrictions lifted.
Sincerly,
Alison Helerath
War Reporter
Chief Bellowist and Owner of the Latest
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