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[rowancrowned]

FORM: Sending Crystal
SENDER: Thranduil
RECIPIENT: Everyone in Kirkwall
WHAT: Thranduil graciously eats humble pie.
WHEN: Today! (12th Wintermarch)
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: Following the fire.

This past Friday, there was a small fire in the section of the tower reserved for the Division heads, specifically my own office and private quarters. Thanks to the efforts of several, including Ser Coupe, no one was injured, and our greatest losses were a few pieces of furniture.

The blaze was my fault. I failed twice, in not properly banking the fire and checking the new wood for dampness caused by the logs being outside during a freeze, and also in not informing the staff that I would be out for the week.

Given the recent cold and what measures we take to remedy it, I politely request that no one repeat my foolishness, stay attentive, and review Gallows evacuation plans in case of a fire. Those that wish to speak with me will find me in the library until my office is cleaned, likely by the middle of next week.

Comments

[rowancrowned]

I, too, am glad I am ok.

[ after a moment, and after trying to recall beleth's staff. ]

Who is Kolgrim?

[byblow]

The worst.

[arlathvhen]

Alistair, I swear I didn't know when the name was suggested.

[ Though perhaps she should have been more suspicious. ]

He's my--um. Dragonling. A small one. I found him. And he breathes fire. So. I'm already lucky I'm allowed to keep him here. I doubt that luck would last if he started burning the place down.

[rowancrowned]

[ evenly: ] Very lucky.

[arlathvhen]

Yes. That's why I was nervous--

You don't object, do you?

private ;

[rowancrowned]

I do.

[arlathvhen]

Ah. That's unfortunate.

[ There are few things she will argue with Thranduil over. So...she doesn't argue the point. ]

Anyway, I'm glad that you're safe, I'm sure that we'll all be more careful about this in the future.