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Chapter 3

I was sitting at my desk contemplating all the events of the day. I hadnt
found much work outside of my villager duties, so that was beginning to grate
on me. My tail was twitching in an agitated fashion as I perused the mail
that had come that day. Bills, lots of bills, and me with no jobs to pay for
them. Suria keeps telling me that things are going to be fine, but I can
hear the worry behind those words. After all, she is three months pregnant
with our first litter. It hasnt been long since I rehung my fathers
shingle outside of the rebuilt building in Galadon. Already Im having
thoughts of relocating. It was during that unpleasant thought that I came
across a neatly signed letter that could only be from my mother. It was
addressed to "My Little Ler," after all. I couldnt help but growl in
amusement as I opened the seal with my claw. The usual preamble filled the
beginning of the letter. Things about dad eating some catnip and not giving
her much peace.The basic Lionsclaw drama, some of which, the catnip in
particular, I didnt care to read about. As I came to the end of my mothers
portion of the letter I noticed that my father had written a few lines.I
went on to read...

My son,

I hear such good things coming from my old friends who still linger about the
village. I am glad to hear that you have obtained the pinnacle of your guild
and have gained the respect of your peers. I hear even some surly dwarves
admire your ability! Those stumpy, smelly, bearded folk are usually hard to
impress. I am excited to meet my first litter of grandchildren. I hope they
have Surias looks, just kidding. How is the business going? Times can be
tough, but Im sure you can manage and pull through. Galadon can be a hard
place to have a business when your other line of work sometimes puts you at
odds with its laws. Keep at it though, it wont be long until the mayor
comes knocking on your door with a job. You have good wits about you, you
always have. Your exploits even reach my ears and I am glad to hear of it.

I closed the letter that ended with the typical we love you, were proud of
you, blah blah blah. I dont mind reading those things of course, but now I
was perplexed. Looks like Ill have to fight more dragons to keep the
business afloat and prepare the hut for the arrival of our first litter.
Just as I finished these thoughts and started to brood once again, my nose
caught the smell of something delicious. It seemed my little Suria had
cooked me some salmon and dinner was served! With a sigh and a chuckle I put
the letter in my desk and went to greet my beautiful wife.