Dear Cullen (cullistair edition por favor)
Commander,
First of all, very strange that you’re a commander now. Kight-Commander? Regular commander? You’re not a Templar, so does it have any actual merit, as far as titles go? Anyway. I really ought to just ask you, but I’ll likely forget, and you’re the one with a desk for writing things down and remembering them, so I’m delegating the task to you. You’re welcome!
Secondly, we need a dog. It’s not a question. We’re getting a dog. I may have already gotten a dog. You may, in fact, have already met the dog. Thought it was me drooling on your face, right? Wrong! It was Rosie! (Her name is Rosie. Please feed her before you go.) If you would rather not have a dog around your office, tell me today and we'll find somewhere else. Me and Rosie. Not just her.
Thirdly, Josephine told me she had toffee for you and would I come get it, which strikes me as odd, since you're perfectly capable of getting your own toffee. Rendezvous after lunch to discuss. Maybe you go with me for moral support, is the idea. Hold my hand. She's scary. In a nice way!
Fourthly--good luck. You're doing good work, and your men respect you. The Inquisition's forces will be ready, whatever comes. You've given us that hope.
-A.
