Aye, m’Lady, undeniably, I have prescribeth for mine self a finest of tonics.
This inst., I visit with a Capitan of the Scottish navies. Morgan be his name and that of his family.
The Capitan offereth the finest of whiskies that he calleth “plaid,” and it be so hot, that one need not set it alight to keepth warm. Indeed, I now undersandeth why the dressage here be so airy.
When I returnest to thine kingdom, a barrel of this Scottish tonic I shall bring as a gift for m’Lady and her Royal House.
For Sir CPhill, I will prescribeth, that he may desire to break again from his quest for the Roman Zero, and add to my new mark that becometh part of my coat of arms.
With the prescription, I must warn: breathe not upon a candle or lamp, lest thou find the breath of a dragon blazing before thy face.
By your leave.
In your service,
Morgan-1 Tud