Gryshka's Letter

Dear Zargh,

The steaks you sent are fine. Well marbled, thickly sliced and packed in boar fat. They're just how I like them. When I eat them later, I will think of you as I gnaw on the last bits of bone and grisle. I will close my eyes and see your strong, scarred hands chopping and cutting...

Hah! That reminds me of when you had your accident and lost a finger... Oh, Zargh! Thinking of that day makes me giggle like a little girl.

You're so cute when you're bleeding!

-Gryshka