[ tuesday evening, while he is at val's bonfire ]

[ Dragonmail: Ravindra Savarna ]

[ man this shit is not even wrapped. the flower wreathe val bestowed upon him is hooked around a bottle of wine (two-thirds emptied) and actually kept there by a vine tying the two together.

the postage is just slapped onto the bottle. below it: ] Happy summer solstice. Don't drink if you're still [ 'feeling bad' but he forgets to finish the sentence ]


[ Dragonmail: Acher [ ... what was his last name, fuck, it started with an O, didn't it? it takes a few tries before he spells it correctly and the dragon actually takes it ] Ostendramm ]

[ here's another wreathe

and a swiped bottle of shochu (he has no idea what these kanji characters mean)

the postage is also right on the bottle, but below it: ] Berserker? Like to hear the story --A

[Dragon Mail: Lera, player of Acher]

Sorry. I know you asked to be informed. I have some news about Acher.

He survived the battle in Bastan. [... He's not sure if that's good or bad news for her.] Today, he passed the trials necessary to become a berserker.

It's not something I'm permitted to prevent.

[This one is signed the Ahura]

[Dragon Mail: Sardonyx]

Thanks for your potions. Without you, we would never have succeeded.

[...]

I made Nova a berserker today.

Tell me how worried I should be.