*writes to the king* *spits, and gets another beer* dear King, been a while since our last drunk night. I hope you been home safe. I heard things about, people joining against me, i heard things about the fact i'm leaving... well, no. I think, in a life, you have to make choices. Here we go then. I was planning to leave, then i met someone, oh wanda, she's awesome, who told me few things : *scratches few lines* it seems the kingdom needs help, a hand, and few millions. I can do that. I just need you to understand, my undies factory is taking me much time, so i can't be here anytime. But you can be assured that i will, again, run an as a governor for Skara, cause, after all, we need balls. Best regards, alaster PS : for the people against me, keep in mind : they smell.