Where I learn, gambling is a sin…

In the spirit of competition and friendly rivalry, I made a small bet with another Baron. You see, once my Beloved Boston Bruins were knocked out of the NHL playoffs, I could get behind my local favorite, the Carolina Hurricanes with a clear conscious. So, a couple quick emails later, and the Baron of the Barony Marche of the Debatable Lands and I had a case of beer riding on the outcome of the Penguins/Canes series. As of last night, I owe a Baron a case of beer. Below is my message of congratulations.

 

 

To the Baron of the Barony Marche of the Debatable Lands does Baron Girard of Windmasters’ Hill send greetings.

 

Your Excellency, judging by the way people were streaming out of the arena last night, it’s highly probable that I am not the first person to bring last night’s contest to your attention. It would seem that your subjects, the “Penguins”, had an answer for anything and everything my folks could come up with. I haven’t seen that much scoring in the barony since stopping by the Minister of the List’s table at our last Tournament. 

 

As a Frenchman, and an Atlantian, I promise I will not Welsh on my bet: One case of fine ale or beer, to be delivered to your camp. Lord Clewin’s son was born just last night as well, so perhaps we can toast young Karl at that time. 

 

May the Penguins have a long rest at home, and defeat the team from the Midrealm, bringing home Lord Stanley’s Cup.

 

Yours,

Baron Girard of Windmasters’ Hill