A Goode Daye be upon yowe Alle

[nifeandaccurate]

Yt surpriseth me Notte to Be Heere, for I haue Seen yt, yette I ken notte what Asfistance I May Be. Telle me yowre Troubles, and yowre Auntie Agnes sharl doe my Beste.

[She's a bit miffed she miscalculated the app's arrival by an hour, but she'll cope.]

Comments

[ectoplasmfear]

Am I among the men of letters?

[ Squinting at this. One and Two? Not him and A, A's going to die. L and him? Hm. Seems unlikely. ]

[nifeandaccurate]

No. Ye shal trye yowre hande Elseweyr, and a Dragon shalle Reveale Himselfe in Flame.

[She's not trying anymore.]

[ectoplasmfear]

A Dragon? What?

[nifeandaccurate]

Yowe cannot expect Clarity from a gibberish-writynge Maddewoman, now canne ye?

[Translation: Bitch.]

[ectoplasmfear]

Obviously not.