A Madwoman, The Fens and a Creepy Man
by Nin Harris on Jan.06, 2007, under Caretaking, Domus Exsulis
(c) Nin Harris 2009
The Caretaker Speaks:
I have been slowly reading accounts of old Alhaere shared by Learie. She says this is a land that lies far away from these Realms. The lands she speaks of, remind me of the uninhabited Fens towards the South-East of this isle. Perhaps I will spend more time there, someday. There may be clues there which will mesh well with my discoveries in the Mishgalaveri Vale.
I do need to sort out other problems here first. The dragons are still making a frightful racket, none of the help do anything around Domus Exsulis, and I really need to find an unused teabag somewhere. If I do not get some tea to settle my frazzled nerves, I do not know what I will do.
And if that is not enough, there’s a madwoman living in the wild rose garden, somewhere towards the northwestern side of the grounds. I met her yesterday whilst composing a letter…
No, the addressee of the letter is absolutely none of your business!
To cut a long story short, I met her, and she insisted that I aid her in scribing her raving accounts. She claims to be a Lady, but, you never know with these madwomen. Just smile politely, nod and walk away. This is what my father used to tell me.
Do expect an emergence of a Courtyard sometime soon. She’s entertaining enough, and I could always direct a guest or two to her, I suppose. Whilst not the most lucid of hostesses, she is diverting in her own way.
On the subject of dubious hosts, I’d advise you to stay away from that Conrad fellow. Yes, he has a nice voice and a certain air about him. But just stay away from him, please? I have more than enough on my plate right now and do not want to have to account for the disappearance of yet another visitor.
Yes, yes. If you’ve got nothing better to do and you’re really curious, you can go and talk to the madwoman. Her name is Deiranetta, and she handed me a whole pile of her love letters.
No, you can’t read it yet. It is badly written, overly effusive and her grammar is deplorable.
Look, why don’t you go and find the help-bogles, make me some tea, and index these cards nicely for me? No? I thought not. Run along to the garden then.
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