"What's that?"
Jamie walked around behind the chair John was seated at, wrapped her arms around his neck, and rested her chin on his head. She smiled a little as his short hair tickled her chin and neck.
John smudged the letter from the Telgradian slightly with soot from his hands as he raised it up so Jamie could read it. He sighed, looking around his sparsely-furnished farmhouse-turned-forge. The half-giant leaned his head back, rubbing Jamie's chin until her lips met his in an inverted kiss. He closed his eyes, letting his thoughts about the letter settle a bit. Jamie pulled back, setting the letter down and splaying her hands over his broad shoulders.
"He wants another bout in the citadel. I barely remember some of those words, who does he think he sent that letter to?" A moment of silence followed. "I should probably do it, I need the practice."
He sighed. Shinsou also had ideas about strength that were dangerous if left unchecked. The revolutionary idealist in the wizard could easily succumb to arrogance, and prove himself no different than what he overthrew. Jamie's gentle touch tickled his neck, and dragged him from the pensive thought.
"I'll grab a pen and paper, then we can get to business," she said, breath tickling his ear as her hand drifted under his shirt.
Yes. Business.
Osiris,
Friend, you value strength over its application. Would you be stronger than the tyrant? Would you topple the despot? Then first you must prove yourself a better man than he. If your strength is for the people, then good, but if ambition drives your hunger for strength, if dominance be your goal and not service, then hear me now. You may dethrone your tyrant and usurp his rule, but beware the tyrant within you, lest you become the despot you despise. For when you become him, good men will use their strength to oppose you.
And I will be among them.
I answer your challenge, Telgradian, bring your best magic.
Cromwell
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