Tal, my old friend and Ubar, I am not quite sure how to inquire as to the bosk, quiva and wagon axles when phrasing a written missive, but I do hope that they are well, sharp and well-greased respectively, as too I hope prism is keeping you well-greased.
I seek permission from you to bring my wagon amongst your own until such time as you grow weary of me. I am still mostly absent, tending matters of Clan and personal life (which make it difficult to be present on a regular basis) but this place has ever been the one place I thought of as my true home, and the place where I earned my first scar, owned my first slave, and conducted my first raid. If you require aught of me, know that my quiva and lance (and my other services) shall ever be at your disposal, you need only ask.
Tuchuk 'till I die
GoreFang, The _other_ Tall Tuchuk.