To the Lord of Ironforge himself, King Magni Bronzebeard
Ambassador Stouthammer has assured me this note should be written addressed to yourself. If that is not the case, please forgive my taking up your valuable time with such a small matter. The little ambassador, Light bless her, has fallen ill lately and seems to be afraid you’ll think she’s not looking after her duties properly. I’ve suggested she check downstairs with Reyna for some herbal remedies, and maybe get that brother of hers to cook her some hearty stew.
She’ll be on her feet again soon enough. It’ll just be a wee bit… quieter… around the Great Forge until then.
((Pass the tissues and cough syrup, please.))