Roland opened the letter, and handed Maggie a piece of beef jerky.
"Coo!" She took the meat and swallowed after chewing two or three times, and then she obediently groveled on the table, burying her head in her feathers.
"Nice to hear from you, my dear brother, or 'Roland Wimbledon Your Highness.'"
[I have received your letter, for your opinion, I deeply agree. I'm not clear about why you suddenly changed your temper since you were once a playboy. But now you are even willing to help the witches. Since you have done so, the church becomes our common enemy. ]
