Greetings all, I humbly request your assistance

["Porter, Timothy W." <Porter@alhrm.brooks.af.mil>]

Poster: "Porter, Timothy W." <Porter@alhrm.brooks.af.mil>


Greetings,

I'm sending out this message in the hope that some kind lady or gentle will 
take pity on a wanderer and reply with assistance or possibly just a warm 
smile and some pleasant conversation (not to say that unpleasant 
conversation isn't appreciated, but it would seem rather rude since we don't 
really know each other).  I do not imply that those out there who do not 
respond with one of the aforementioned requests (assistance, smile, ...) 
aren't also kind ladies or gentles.  I'm sure they are and I do apologize if 
any offense is taken.  I simply ask that, of all the kind ladies and gentles 
who may read this, some of them may respond.

This discussion has gone some time now without formal introduction, so I 
will endeavor to correct this error.  I, that is to say the one writing this 
message, am Cedric Guy Ramsey of Bjornsborg, Ansteorra.  About a year ago, I 
found myself in the barony and kingdom I have had the pleasure of already 
mentioning.  That day, the one over a year ago of which I have already 
spoken, began a rather interesting tale, although I will refrain from 
relating its rather lengthy, although exciting, history , which has 
culminated in the writing of this correspondence (the one you are currently 
reading) to the above mentioned ladies and gentles, that is to say the ones 
who may find themselves reading it.

A little more than three months hence, that being sometime at the end of 
January, I will be leaving Bjornsborg, my current residence and traveling to 
Tir-y-Don (it is a grand thing that you do not need to know how to pronounce 
a word to communicate it in writing).  This travel will take longer than 3 
days but certainly not more than 7.  However, this travel is not the 
substance of this message, indeed I must emphasize that my main purpose is 
to address the circumstances surrounding my arrival in Atlantia and then 
further into Tir-y-Don.  Upon such arrival, I will establish some residence 
and begin conduct life on a semi-permanent basis.  The length of which is as 
yet undetermined, but certainly well over a year and possibly as many as 3. 
 However, I will find myself in a new barony in a new kingdom with no 
friends (and no enemies either, not to say that I have many now, but it is 
not nice to be in a place where one has no enemies at all) and in fact not 
even a contact who may be able to guide me into the new community. 
 Certainly I could address these concerns to the local officials, those 
being your local officials or those officials local to Tir-y-Don not my 
local officials who may not be able to help me and in fact may be rather hot 
to learn that I will be leaving their own local area.  And in fact I will 
address these concerns to the local officials, again, those being the same 
local officials as I have just explained.  However, such business like and 
formal procedures are not always sufficient to make one feel accepted and 
truly apart.  I therefore find myself in the Merry Rose trying to establish 
some friendship or even acquaintance that may serve to help guide my 
progress into your community.  And possibly even establish some degree of 
comradery or companionship, I dare say maybe even a friendship, before I 
even arrive.

This being the end of the letter of which you have been a most diligent 
reader, it is time for me to again state the primary business for which I 
find myself writing.  That business, as was stated originally at the 
beginning of this message and then several times between then and now, is to 
seek assistance, a warm smile and pleasant conversation..

Yours truly in all things,

Cedric Guy Ramsey










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