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Dear Kyle,
I have caught wind of a few new visions, as vague as they may be. I would also like to thank you for the recent trade, the berries have done wonderfully to feed my people a diverse amount of proteins. Now, on to the visions, in my most recent dream I saw what I presume to be you with some strange person, seemingly around your age. I don’t know what this dream might mean, however, by your body language you seemed to have a good relationship with the person. On the other hand, I saw that you were seemingly hurt, on your ankle. The person you were with seemed to be helping you to care for it but you need to be careful, I know how clumsy you tend to get.
On to more personal matters, do you remember the old group? How me, you, and Cartman used to play together? I sometimes wish that fatass hadn’t gotten so greedy. Maybe then me and my people wouldn’t be in such a bad spot, all we survive on are the trades we get from your people, and our own dwindling resources. If this all continues, I will have to take my land back from that greedy swine. In truth, I should have already taken my land back. I know Cartman attempts to start wars with you in every opportunity he gets, however if he keeps this up I will have to ask you to help me fight him. Away from the subject of war, Do you know anyone who I might have seen in my vision? Maybe a new doctor?
Although my people are in a quite bad spot I would like to say that they are doing well otherwise. I am proud to say that my sister is doing better than she was previously, the medicine you recommended that I use on her worked. Are your people doing well? I can’t help but wonder how that paladin from Cartman's troops is doing. Do you know who they are? Do you know if they're single? They were in my vision, or that might have been one of my dreams, I never can tell. Cartman seems to pick on them, I guess they seem wimpy but they seem really kind. I’ll need to figure out a way to meet them face to face without Cartman or his troops watching.
How is your brother? I hope he’s well, Karen has missed him a great deal. We should allow them to spend the day together soon. Has your library grown any? I miss going over there when my parents had the energy to rule. Those books were a nice break from learning how not to rule because of my parents. I know that Karen misses running through the halls of the library.
I do believe that I have allowed myself to write this letter for a little too long. Karen is calling me to help her with dinner. Please write me back when you get this.
Yours truly,
“Princess” Kenneth Mccormick.