RedStarryNight

…but they’re still being stingy. This guy named Pedja is promising everything except his first born, and I’m not sure on that last point; keeps making noise about how Junior should learn other cultures and blahblahblah. Anyway, he’s writing everybody he knows and telling them to just pay us, so there’s hope there, I guess, but Utts keep trying to storm the walls and we keep having to kill them so we got a ways to go. I dunno. Food stinks. Hope this finds you well. Love, Snotlout Jorgenson Hiccup flips over the missive, then back again. At least Snotlout is consistent—little time for reading, little time for writing. Nothing hidden in this half a sheet of runes—dictated, maybe read by the brigadier holding Radvo. Snotlout’s a good man, but the written alphabet is not his strongest suit. He looks up at the courier, sunburned and sleekly robust, standing before Hiccup’s perch on the twisted roots of a massive tree. This was the final handoff of a message that started on the mainland and