Have I ever told you the story of the Dandyhats? No? It happened during my time working as a grudge keeper for the bands of dwarfs visiting the City of the Damned. "What's a grudge keeper", you ask? It's just someone who is in charge of keeping the Book of Grudges of the Dwarf bands up to date... One silver piece at a time! Most of the dwarf warbands visiting the city were not precisely skilled in the art of the quill. One day, I was helping an ogre leader with a love letter that he wanted to send to a "lady of the night" who rotated between the different camps every fortnite and toward whom he had developed some strong feelings... What? Stop judging me, you child! I would be a fool if I didn't take this kind of job instead of just killing time waiting for the next grudge! THERE IS NOTHING DISHONOURABLE ABOUT THAT KIND OF JOB! *Ahem* Please excuse me - that lad always gets to my nerves. Where was I? Oh, yes. So, I am writing a letter for this ogre when s