To Lyrist Aubrey Domergue!

[big metal rod]

Lyrist,

All the players have taken their bow, and the stage is rightly set for the second act.  You ought to have taken up the silver flower, because the thorns would've pricked less smartly.

If you detest my effort to build a simple wall; then you will be positively red in the face when you see what I intend to build next.

One week's anticipation, my love, and then... the dance begins again!

P.S.  Enjoy your new title.  Consider who shares it and whence thy strings ascend to.

--The Dragon Argyris,
Lord-Protector of the Garden,
Master of the Second Seat,
Legate of the Well

[Pandip]

Argent,

I am finding this to be a miserable production. The plot, predictable. The villain, a caricature. The set pieces, poorly chosen. The writing, a bore.

I suppose there is some delight to be had in spite of the playwright's lack of talent; he has at least made the death of the cantankerous dragon all but certain.

I've been counting your errors, Argent. Your allotment has long since expired.


    -- Aubrey Domergue
       Lyrist of the Lost Hearth