An ill-timed missive

[channe]

This letter arrives at the Meetinghouse with the rest of the regular post, addressed to "Arian Emry in Care of whoevr."

As usual, the girl has impeccably horrible timing.

Deer Miss Emry:

Wher are you i dont Know I am fiteing Arin. Kerak is leting me. I losed All the times. with yr help i will Not lose? are you stil here?

Ag_____.

(Ritten for speaker by scribe Jerfis respons c/o 3 thimble Street)



The name is scratched and inked and inked again, as if the scribe -- known to many to be a cut-rate scribbler for the poorer folk who can't afford a barrister -- could not get the spelling right.