To dhe Goodladies and Men of Briarpass and dhe Wanderers of Land and Sea,
It brings my heart great sadness to announce dhe forever-deat' of Mister Thatcher. When I tried to ressurect dhis man, *a choke in the voice, fighting tears* and I swear by my blood I tried my best, his spirit was nye strong enough and it slipped away from a warm and friendly circle, but nye before it told me dhese words:
I was wrong. We were all wrong. Why do you think I am letting you ressurect me?
His last words I could hardly hear, but dhey charged me to protect his son, Josh Thatcher. He did nye explain dhe dangers. I know nye what is going on at dhe Temple. I have been dhere but once, but I shall go again next Market Day wit' anyone who would join me.
Thatcher and I did nye agree in life. He had not'ing but contempt for me and my kind and he and his irked me to say dhe least, but dhat makes his deat' no less painful and no less a loss.
So here is to a loving husband and fat'er. May him spirit find wonder beyond dhe Temple. May him line flourish with his farm. May he be greeted warmly by him ancestors and watch over him descendents. May dhe ale flow freely and may him memory live on fore'er and e'er in our hearts.
To the Thatcher family: If you need anyt'ing at all in terms of help or money, be nye afraid to ask me and I shall do all I can.
Fortune and Love For All,
Condolences From a Humbled Heart,
~Marcey
It brings my heart great sadness to announce dhe forever-deat' of Mister Thatcher. When I tried to ressurect dhis man, *a choke in the voice, fighting tears* and I swear by my blood I tried my best, his spirit was nye strong enough and it slipped away from a warm and friendly circle, but nye before it told me dhese words:
I was wrong. We were all wrong. Why do you think I am letting you ressurect me?
His last words I could hardly hear, but dhey charged me to protect his son, Josh Thatcher. He did nye explain dhe dangers. I know nye what is going on at dhe Temple. I have been dhere but once, but I shall go again next Market Day wit' anyone who would join me.
Thatcher and I did nye agree in life. He had not'ing but contempt for me and my kind and he and his irked me to say dhe least, but dhat makes his deat' no less painful and no less a loss.
So here is to a loving husband and fat'er. May him spirit find wonder beyond dhe Temple. May him line flourish with his farm. May he be greeted warmly by him ancestors and watch over him descendents. May dhe ale flow freely and may him memory live on fore'er and e'er in our hearts.
To the Thatcher family: If you need anyt'ing at all in terms of help or money, be nye afraid to ask me and I shall do all I can.
Fortune and Love For All,
Condolences From a Humbled Heart,
~Marcey