Roos-Skywalker

A sudden blizzard swept over the Nordic village, forcing people to seek shelter in their steam-powered abodes. The howling of the wind and the incessant ticking of snow against the window could not disturb the black man’s concentration, for he was racking his brains to write a formal letter. Next to his old wooden desk was a hand-woven basket filled with crumpled papers made from linen rags. It was this sheet of linen paper that he considered almost good enough. From: Second Fleet Master Date: 17-3-831 To: Commander Dear Lionel, We have spent many years together both as friends and colleagues, whilst I have enjoyed working with you for the past two decades, the joy of the craft that once reverberated with each hammer strike has dried up. I hereby officially declare my resignation as Blacksmith for the Research Commission; effective immediately. I would like to board the first vessel to journey to the Old World, although it may take years before the Sixth Fleet arrives. Thus, I