Cher Onc’ Herbert,
I have just this moment discovered what Drunken Jacques was telling people to get them to cooperate with getting the supplies in order. He was telling them that I’d be disappointed if they continued to make a fuss!
Me! What am I, some kind of monster? Why in all of the lands would anyone care about me being disappointed?
When I asked him why he was saying that, he said that you told him too. And that it was working quite well, and he intended to keep doing it.
I don’t know what you meant by it, M. de Néant, but I find that I am quite dis—oh, bloody hell