My dear Sir/Madam/Squid
I had recently returned to London from that retched tower of fungus that you call the Uttershroom with a load of blemmings ready to be propagated elsewhere. I was stopping for fuel/supplies/repairs before shoving off again to find new homes for these fungi. But before I left I realized that I had more blemmings than I needed. So I decided to sell two of my blemmings to a shady gentlemen standing under a crane. But, as soon as I agreed to the transaction, all of my blemmings ran into the mans coat! And he left me with nothing but a crate of coal and a single romantic literature. Unlicensed too, the nerve of some people! What he gave me was barley enough to cover the cost of one blemming! Now I have to go back to that horrible mountain of mildew. So, I write to you, annoyed, and fearful of where I will find mushrooms next.
With the love of a not so docile blemming,
Quinn
[i] Adventurer! Merchant! Spy![/i]
edited by horrordudeify on 10/20/2015