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Dear Hrofga

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Deer Hrofga*,

 Hi. How are you? I am good. I have a big story to tell you today. So I made some new friends. They are small and pink, but they seem nice enuff. One of them is like dad. One is reely small, but he can turn into animals. It is kind of weerd, but in a gud way. There is also a lady. She has horns and is not pink but is red. She can do magik, like that guy who made the potion that fixed dads arm wen he fell off the roof that one time. 

 It has been reel cold out resently. There is lots of snow and stuff, but it is okay becuz I wear the hat you made me, and it is reely warm. 

 So, we went travelling. We met some nice family and tried to take them somewhere safe, but then a giant ogre broke the door. I had to fite it. It was reely strong, but I was stronger and I skwished it. Then there was also another one and I skwished that one too and it was dead again. I say again becuz I think it was already dead when we fited it. It was very skwishy and looked like Old Man Rodgins after he felled in the river and we had to pull him out. I got hurt in the fite, but it is okay because one of the short people did a magik on me and did a prayer and I felt better. But the family ranned away when we were fiting so we had to rest and travel without them.

 There was also a little dead guy we had to fite. He made the guy who looked like dad reely angry but I dont reely understand why. Something about planer gates or something? I think maybe he wanted the fish hooks we found. Oh, also, we found some fish hooks in a swamp boks. There was also a glass thing, I think it was magik or something. But I broke it when I broke the swamp box.

 But that is enuff about me. How is mom and dad? I hope dad did not break his arm again, because we cant afford that much magik praying. Also, has meema come back from fiting bandits yet? She sher gets into lots of trubble, rite?

 O-K, I will write again later.

 Love,
Your Brogbrog*, Grognak.



*Orcish, “Grandma”
*Orcish, “Grandson”

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