[It's early in the 25th morning. Most people are still sleeping and the sun is only about to send its first rays to break the darkness of the night sky. But then there is a sudden knock on a door. Huh?! Who could it be! Whenever Claude gets to the door, be it immediately or hours late they will find a christmas wreath with white roses placed on their doorstep. There might even be snowy (or wet!) small hoof marks leading away from the present. Hm. I wonder, who indeed did deliver this?
On the wreath there is a letter that reads:]
Dearest Claude,
Thank you for continuously helping me by providing the needed medication for my injury. Your efforts as a pillar of this community are truly appreciated. There will be a feast held at the Inn’s tavern for the next 12 days and I welcome you to enjoy it for free. There will be warm food, treats and homemade mead and wine at your disposal.
Merry Christmas.
Signed, Richard Plantagenet, The Duke of Gloucester
[ooc: There will be no ic mingle log for the feast. But feel free to either handwave or thread it out!]
[ The gift is received with gratitude, and Claude absolutely attends the feasting at the Inn -- how could he possibly resist? And when he arrives, Richard will receive a package of his own, written in Claude's very best script. ]
A pleasure as always to do business with you, Richard, and perhaps one day we can do more than business. Do a man a favour and have a drink with him sometime, won't you? I'm sure you can make time out of your busy schedule.
May your hearth burn bright through the dark nights of the season and may all holidays be loving and fruitful.
Sincerely,
Claude von Riegan, your fellow Duke of Gloucester
[ Enclosed in the package is a smattering of gifts from the Apothecary itself (including a freebie of burn ointment nestled among the teas and treats), as well as a little package of dog treats for his pig. ]
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Date: 2024-12-25 04:46 pm (UTC)On the wreath there is a letter that reads:]
Dearest Claude,
Thank you for continuously helping me by providing the needed medication for my injury. Your efforts as a pillar of this community are truly appreciated. There will be a feast held at the Inn’s tavern for the next 12 days and I welcome you to enjoy it for free. There will be warm food, treats and homemade mead and wine at your disposal.
Merry Christmas.
Signed,
Richard Plantagenet, The Duke of Gloucester
[ooc: There will be no ic mingle log for the feast. But feel free to either handwave or thread it out!]
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Date: 2025-01-08 03:08 am (UTC)A pleasure as always to do business with you, Richard, and perhaps one day we can do more than business. Do a man a favour and have a drink with him sometime, won't you? I'm sure you can make time out of your busy schedule.
May your hearth burn bright through the dark nights of the season and may all holidays be loving and fruitful.
Sincerely,
Claude von Riegan, your fellow Duke of Gloucester
[ Enclosed in the package is a smattering of gifts from the Apothecary itself (including a freebie of burn ointment nestled among the teas and treats), as well as a little package of dog treats for his pig. ]