i hear the courts are training birds to carry parchment from parish to parish... hark scribes, hear my conjecture, this faux modernist approach to tête-à-tête will fall OUT OF STYLE come the full moon.
any mischevious warlocks of the realm wanting to escape the tomes and are up for a dastardly spot of cow tipping at the local meadery rendezvous at the spire due north west at dusk bring potions