Dearest Jebet;

I write to you borne upon the wings of exultation, and hope that this letter reaches you in a state of like joy.

You see, just this morning as I was having my dwarven mornbread in my favorite Widdergrove establishment, I was approached, to my great surprise, by a liveried messenger! The man seemed to recognize me (and not for the false-head fiasco I wrote of some time back!) - he tooted out a tucket on his trumpet and handed me this paper, informing me kindly of the monarchs' wish to have me perform at their fete tonight!

As you may be able to glean from the amount of exclamations in this letter, I was overflowing with delight - had the man not disappeared shortly after imparting the tidings, why, I would have spun him 'round the tavern in a volta! In any case. There is yet much preparation to be done before the performance - stars above, do I have plans...

Tender my regards to my elders and sister, and please light a candle at Grandfather’s altar in my name. I ask you to extend your hopes for this performance - should I succeed, it would do well for Riverridge were it to fall into the king's favor.

Your most exultant friend,

Arkadius Lumiel Chrome