Good morrow thence Knaves and Wenches.
I wend by he/hymn. Feeleth free to dropeth by and leaveth a query in mine own mailbox, f'r I has't only dram qualms yond leaveth me h're in mine own desolate cubiculo.
Ent'rtain me, and mayhap thee may acquisition a cup of tea. Wrath me and I may throweth mine own owneth.










