Yesterday was the great Feast of Winds, in which we join together in the great song of Acai and remind ourselves of the King's faithfulness. Elizabeth also wishes me to tell you that our daughter Abigail turned fourteen and is thus eligible for apprenticeship if we so chose.
Elizabeth: I think it would be good for her.
Micah: If you'll pardon me, I must finish this task. In any case, our scribe has informed us that she is visiting some strange place called "NaNoWriMo," and will thus be taking dictation at a breakneck speed (whatever that means). But she has learned some things about my past that I would fain hid, and thus I ask you to turn away if she mentions them.