Tuni nodded as she finished off the letter. She'd need to rewrite it though, having scribbled out near as much as they had written. But at least they had a good draft finished up that could easily be sent.

Shrugging as she folded it up and put the paper and quill away, she said, "Who knows really. I could care less either way so long as I got my point across." Which she was fairly certain they had. Whoever this lovesick poet was, he'd certainly toyed with the wrong woman.

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