Boy are you lost!!

	A letter from the King
	Greetings all things. Hows you? Good to hear that. You may wonder why your here or there or what am I saying this is a letter. Well you know that I was once told that, by my father, that you shouldn't trust things that walk on two feet. Therefore I now make this decree that you must walk on more feet or less. Right... Whatever, you can only hop for so long! I hereby proclaim that all devilbugs and elven caltrops and halfling caltrops are banned from growing in any soil and hair. We have suffered much loss to these invaders and will no longer tolerate them dwelling within our lands and roads and forests and rivers and lakes and sand and gravel and rivers and streams and creeks and rocks... Oh sorry, I lost my wagon of thought... or was that barge? Hi, I am the King of the Gelfen, or lord of the Gelfen, or Head Honcho or something, you decide. What do you think? ... I don't know. Will you shut up I am trying to speak a letter. No.. Yes.. NO.. Yes.. No.. Yes.. No.. Yes.. No.. Yes.. No.. Yes.. No.. Yes.. No.. Yes.. No.. Yes.. No.. Yes.. No.. Gelfs are the "mutts" of the fantacy world. They are experiments gone wrong. They were disigned by wizards to be feirce fighting creatures. But with all the magical gene splicing they came with not to much "attic storage". Left to their desires they have become the goblins of the Highlands. They have great numbers but not great thoughts. Spending half the time lost by following their King, Tenthalis of Gelfen, using his seeker stone. And the other half attacking groups they out number as best they can tell. A Gelf will never attack a group over five because that is as high as they can count.... One, Two.., Three, Lots...um..., Some more Lots. Never underestimate the power or stupidity of a Gelf, it may be your last mistake. HA!!! I won!!! Well I must go now I must bury my opponent. I will be six feet underground if you need me. If you are in the area dig me up sometime.
		From his almighty self and presence,

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