Greeting, Grand Maester Zensalin,
Me am a humble skeleton from the previous era. Once up a time, an evil necromancer resurrected me, then, a year later, the mighty Devs banished me.
Even so, me still hope that one day, some kind heart could grant me a prettier look background other than this smelly grass land which always reminds me that foul dominus who dominated me. Such experience is like a horror craved deeply deeply in me brainless mind in deed, makes me brainless dream unresty.
Dear dear Grand Maester Zensalin, if your noble soul didn’t mind, would you please show this sorry pile of bones mercy a little bit?
your servent, Ioci