Salutations Grand Knight of the Holiest of Holy Orders,

I write to you as a snivelling worm begging for forgiveness. For what I am not entirely sure, but Escaflowne ordered me to do so, and I have become ever so attached to my new cap. There comes a time when all peasants such as myself think too highly of themselves and question their betters. Our betters in EVERY way too. This is unacceptable clearly. For imagine a world where the lowest of the low (like me) would dare cry out in anger and frustration everytime we feel wronged? Anarchy I tell you grand Lady of Ladies! The heads of all nobles would litter the streets and make it ever so difficult to walk without tripping over them. Surely nobody wants that. Thus I end this letter of apology to you Highness. Should you feel very wronged, please do not hesitate to contact me and command me to slit my wrists as I would do that with only minor hesitation. We are all here to ensure a better world for our children of questionable heritage afterall are we not?

Your ever obedient servant,

Comrade Rand Darkmoore.

*coughs*

Yeah well........;)