The Axeman lurched away from the table where he had been frowning in concentration over his latest missive. Equally unused to penmanship and serious conversation, he had found the brief letter more daunting than he would have liked.
"LIBRARIAN!" he bellowed.
An ink-spattered peasant girl wearing absurdly outsized spectacle frames - without lenses - bustled down a spiral staircase, papers fluttering in her wake, curtsied, and awaited instructions.
"Bring me Volume 16 of the Forum Rules, I want to know exactly what this 'RP' everyone is talking about entails."
"My Lord, last month you had us bring up the entire boxed set to use for axe practice. You said something about a thousand pages of concentrated sperging being as good a test of a blade as Milanese plate, and also that we were out of cleaning paper in the garderobe."
"Never mind that, then. The nerds of the realm can make of my writings what they wish, the Axeman shall write what he pleases."
"...You're talking in the third person again, my Lord"
The Axeman raised his eyebrows and grinned: "We know we are."