Freiman's Missive to the populace

Fourth Edition

(YEAY!!!! He's finally home!!!)

Unto my brothers and sisters in the legion of the shadows come greetings from their wandering explorer Freiman (formerly called Freiman the Minstrel), Apparantly one of my missives to you has been intercepted, as I have been forced to flee the court of the dragon, and return once again to faire Gleanne Abhaine. His Draconian Majesty was not very gentle or very understanding. He was also not very well understood, though I think I now know the swedish words for "Guards! Kill that man twice!". Along the way I made a stop in Amsterdam, where it appears that some foul miscreant drugged me, against my will. I can remember nothing of that time, but my basic training with the legion must have served me well, because in what must have been a horrific battle (I am very dangerous when cornered) I lost only some money and one shoe. The fiends must have been very good, as the bruises I received were cleverly placed to resemble the bruises one would receive when a person falls down repeatedly in the gutter. I actually traveled in a very small ship sailed by the "lufthansa" sea people. This craft was, at first, almost empty, and filled with rows of the tiny seates favored by the diminuitive lufthansans. As we waited for the tide, the cabin filled beyond capacity with others that lufthansans had agreed to carry to the port in the Grey Niche. The few lufthansans aboard the craft, seeing their spacious cabin filled with sweaty, large persons who had been eating garlic. The Lufthansans became surly, and attempted to poison us. I did, however, have the opportunity to witness the lufthansan ceremonial launching dance. This is a rare thing for outsiders. The dance involves the holding of a small shiny fetish card, the wearing of ceremonial masks, and poinitng to exits which we are not allowed to use. We were not allowed upon the deck for the entire trip, for fear the dragonne powering the craft would eat us up. Spending several hours strapped in a very tiny seat, I made a list of things I had learned. 1) German's are fencers. They will fence anytime, anywhere, for any reason. The ones who stick fight are killed and eaten by the swedes. 2) Swedes and the French are stickfighters. The Swedes do not eat the French for reasons of Taste. 3) Europeans have different nudity mores that we do. This can be dangerous. 4) Never go alone into Amsterdam unless you have a tank. 5) When riding in French Taxi's it is best to keep your eyes closed. 6) No man was ever killed by his wife while he was washing dishes. 7) When the Swedish King askes "are you a spy?" it is best to say "no." I am currently spending some time in Hammerhold recovering from my wounds, and as always I remain, Your most worshipful servant, TAFKAFTM the artist formerly known as freiman the minstrel