[ WP ] The day the music died .

Dear friend, 
 
 It is seldom that I write to you, as you know, but times are dire. The people are angry, and their fear is erupting into chaos. I wish I'd the time to explain completely, but please understand that circumstances leave me with little time for any deep explanations. There was a time when you lived here - a time when the people were happy. Your departure was unfortunate for us, but we bade you goodbye as good friends and countrymen must. However, your parting gift, the music box, that gave joy to all the land, has stopped. 
 
 I admit I know not your whereabouts nor your state of health. It is quite possible that I am writing to a dead man. If you do receive this message, however, please make haste and return to your homeland. Your people need you once again. I am fully aware that you intended to leave for good, but I fear your adventuring may not be over. 
 
 You have always been a wonderful friend to me. In my times of need, you have never failed to assist me, nor I in yours. I know that you have no debt to me, but perhaps there will be a use in being owed a favor from the monarch of one of the richest nations in the world. 
 
 My friend, I hope this message reaches you in a timely manner. Please remember the power of the music box, and how important it was - and still is - to the stability of our home. During our recent economic hardships, we need something with such power to maintain ourselves. Despite my efforts, no lords are willing to concede power to me in order to redirect control to the crown. So I beseech you, please return to your home, and help us become a great and stable nation once more. 
 
 Sincerely, 
 
 Queen Bertha II of House Sinclair
