"Here you go M'lord, a letter from the King of Hungary."

"King of Hungary? The Rurukid? Sending a letter to me, a heretic foreigner? What could he possibly have to say to me?"

"I imagine the letter would be telling you such, M'lord. I don't know their contents, I just get them where they need to go if'm paid for it. If you'd just open it and r-"

"Read it? I'm a fucking peasant lad, I don't know how to read."

"You're not a Lord? Oh, 'scuse my m'lords and sirs then. Look, I know how to read, part of the job sometimes, copying out orders 'n' such. I'll read it to you, if'ny'id like?

"Alright, thanks."

"Strongseed Huvalemb,

You've got good genes. Come to my court, marry my daughter, and give me lots of grandkids. We'll call them Rurukids, but you'll get to live like a prince so fuck if you care, right?

Signed, Kingy H"

"What the fuck are genes?"