Hail, Prince Caspian! I send greetings this morning from your homeland, Sonoma. Knowing that you are an exceedingly busy man, I shall get straight to the point. Lord Drakelord seems very concerned about the lack of content on the Sonoma forum of late. The thought occurred to me that perhaps I can commission you to compose a sonnet suitable for posting in that forum and that will perhaps evoke some sort of response from Sonoma citizens who have been far too quiet. Is this something that you would find of interest? I do hope so, because I must confess that I am becoming quite concerned about some of our fine citizens. Queen Mum has been....well....mum (no other word for it, sorry). Quenchant has disappeared. Lord Sir Scott, the mayor of Moonglow, has vanished and I truly fear the worst in his case. Poo has been exceedingly quiet, which in his case may be a good thing. Or it may mean he is up to no good. I can't quite decide. I pondered at great length this morning while I plaited my hair into its usual braid what I could offer you to pay for such an important commission. I decided that I would take my magnificent red dragon to Destard and kill several of its mighty denizens and offer you the loot so acquired. I dressed myself in my luckiest clothing, clicked my good luck sculpture, noted my luck total (1204) and we were soon off to battle dragons! Four greater dragons later, here is what I have to offer you in exchange for a magnificent sonnet: 5217 gold coins, 99 pieces of barbed leather, 21 red dragon scales, 57 raw ribs, three lances, two pitchforks, an executioner's axe, a short spear, a baseneit, a leather gorget, bone arms, ringmail gloves, leather gloves, a platemail tunic, a metal shield and a buckler, a platemail gorget, a studded tunic, several rings, and some assorted gems. I had high hopes that the loot from the dragons would be of much greater quality, but alas it is not. I have saved it all for you though, in case you want to decide for yourself. Will you please consider my offer, dear Prince Caspian? I await your reply. P.S. I hope this is not too impertinent of me, but I would like to place one tiny restriction on the subject matter for your sonnet. No buttes, please.....please....please. It pained me to no end to read about your cracked butte. However, as I can do nothing to assist you in the matter nor do I think many, if any, of the other fine citizens of Sonoma can assist you either, perhaps it is a subject best left alone for now.