Date: Merry 26, 1765
Dear Sir and/or Madam,
On behalf of the Royal Navy of the Vupline Imperium, I extend my deepest sympathy to you and to each member of your family on the recent loss of your son, Crewbeast Solomon Cunningham. Solomon contributed significantly toward the unified mission of Her Majesty's Royal Navy. Solomon was a fine crewbeast who will be sincerely missed by his shipmates and those with whom he came in contact.
Your son died the evening of Merry 25, as a result of Her Majesty's Ship the Golden Hide, engaging in combat with hostile natives of Urk.
I am very proud to tell you that, although I didn’t personally know Solomon, he was a well-liked and dedicated Crewbeast who honored his country and the Naval service by the work he did on the Golden Hide and throughout his naval career. His distinct personality and expertise made an immediate impact on those around him. He quickly gained the friendship of peers and superiors alike. This is an important and positive certainty that we all can appreciate as we wrestle with the mysteries of life.
Again, I extend to you my personal sympathy and understanding in your great loss.
Sincerely,
T. Ryalor
Captain of the Golden Hide, Minister of Innovation of the Vulpine Imperium.
Silvertongue sighed, and he sat the letter aside to dry. He had already written at least a dozen of them. On a separate piece of paper, he marked Solomon's name off the list. How many more of these were there to go? Too many to count. Each stroke of the quill caused his heart to ache. So many beasts had lost a son. A brother, a nephew, an uncle, a... a father.
He shot up from the chair, setting the quill down and rubbing at his eyes as tears had already started to spill forth from them. He needed to step away from all this misery. Seeing as how the Captain was asleep, he didn't bother to excuse himself and instead just quickly vacating from the quarters. He strolled across the deck, stopping at the bow and staring out into the sea, taking deep shuddering breaths.
He knew what he wanted, no. Needed to do. In order to do so, however, he would need to locate Darragh.
Dear Sir and/or Madam,
On behalf of the Royal Navy of the Vupline Imperium, I extend my deepest sympathy to you and to each member of your family on the recent loss of your son, Crewbeast Solomon Cunningham. Solomon contributed significantly toward the unified mission of Her Majesty's Royal Navy. Solomon was a fine crewbeast who will be sincerely missed by his shipmates and those with whom he came in contact.
Your son died the evening of Merry 25, as a result of Her Majesty's Ship the Golden Hide, engaging in combat with hostile natives of Urk.
I am very proud to tell you that, although I didn’t personally know Solomon, he was a well-liked and dedicated Crewbeast who honored his country and the Naval service by the work he did on the Golden Hide and throughout his naval career. His distinct personality and expertise made an immediate impact on those around him. He quickly gained the friendship of peers and superiors alike. This is an important and positive certainty that we all can appreciate as we wrestle with the mysteries of life.
Again, I extend to you my personal sympathy and understanding in your great loss.
Sincerely,
T. Ryalor
Captain of the Golden Hide, Minister of Innovation of the Vulpine Imperium.
Silvertongue sighed, and he sat the letter aside to dry. He had already written at least a dozen of them. On a separate piece of paper, he marked Solomon's name off the list. How many more of these were there to go? Too many to count. Each stroke of the quill caused his heart to ache. So many beasts had lost a son. A brother, a nephew, an uncle, a... a father.
He shot up from the chair, setting the quill down and rubbing at his eyes as tears had already started to spill forth from them. He needed to step away from all this misery. Seeing as how the Captain was asleep, he didn't bother to excuse himself and instead just quickly vacating from the quarters. He strolled across the deck, stopping at the bow and staring out into the sea, taking deep shuddering breaths.
He knew what he wanted, no. Needed to do. In order to do so, however, he would need to locate Darragh.