Complaint about a sheep

[Clairette]

A neatly written paper is hung up at the wall.
It reads as follows:

[Clairette]

(( Here again as plain, non-image text for easier reading:))
Dear Left Hand,

We hereby wish - with some regret for the sheep - to file an official complaint about the human and Runewickian Citizen Malchus.

Malchus slew a sheep that we were about to bring into a stable within the safety of the walls of Galmair.


The sheep had been specially selected to serve us in a magical experiment and was of utmost importance for our studies due to her especially fluffy fleece and mental properties. These experiments were vital preparation for the coming Mas. Therefore we have to raise the question if the animal was slewn on purpose to inflict harm on Galmair and if Malchus is working in league with the forces of Mas.

Regardless of this, we demand compensation in the form of a new sheep with fluffy fleece and a stubborn mental disposition to be delivered to Galmair alive - and also an apology for the delay of our valuable research time.

To show our goodwill, we are willing to accept an apology from Malchus, and will consider it as an attempt to lessen our wrath about what happened.

Should Malchus unwisely choose to disregard our demands, Left Hand, we humbly seek your support in our course of action and ask you to help us negotiate this unfortunate matter with Runewick.

Kind regards,

Clairette, Mage of Galmair

Mirai Belisai, Mage of Galmair

[Malchus]

Malchus swaggered through the town gate, returning to Galmair after days of absence. Curious about all the town's tidings he had missed, he turned to the wall where the locals tend to post their announcements. One of the parchments there caught his eye, if only because it bore his name.

"Keh heh, what's that, a complaint 'bout me? What, did I step on sum hoity-toity fop's toes or sumthin?" Malchus chuckled.

He began to decipher the complaint's fancy, flourished handwriting with a smirk, only for it to quickly melt into an unamused scowl.

"Those lousy, low-down wannabe sheep rustlers! Who do they think they're to make demands on me?!"

The one-eyed man stomped off, only to return a short while later, pasting on the wall a letter written in a lazy scrawl.

Clairette and Mirai

Miss me with that made-up hogwash about sheep magic and Mas. Is that really the best plan Galmair's mages can come up with for Mas, to clumsily push and shove sheep around in the forest?

I would've been willing to help ya catch that sheep, were it not for ya beating and kicking the poor thing.

Badly injured as it was by yer torture and no longer able to move, I did the only merciful thing left to do and ended its suffering, even if it meant forfeiting the payment ya offered me. If ya wanna catch a sheep, ya catch it, if ya wanna kill it, ya do it quick and painless. No friend of animals, like I and all Runewickers are, would tolerate how cruelly ya treated that sheep.

Despite that, I'm still willing to help ya with yer sheep, if only to spare them further abuse by ya. Contact me if yer interested in my services as husbandman for hire.

Malchus