Back when Bridget was just coming to life I let her write a letter to Santa. She was skeptical at first, being a teenager and coming from a not-so-glittery childhood, but she complied on the basis that it couldn't hurt to cover all your bases. The following was the result:
Dear Santa,
I really, really hope you're real. Okay, I admit I never actually believed, but lately my life has taken some not-so-silent twists. Let's just say compared to the creatures camping out in my cramped apartment a big, fat man in red flying through the night on a sled pulled by reindeer doesn't sound so impossible anymore.
Anyway, I'm a little rusty on the details. I know some sort of pact is made. I promise to be good and bribe you with sweets and then you grant a wish. (You're not a genie, are you? Do you know about Eidolon? Never mind.) If battling demons and avoiding the urge to squash a particularly annoying goblin duo doesn't count as good then I really have no idea what does. Here's the deal, jolly guy, I've got a major evil baddie after me. He wants my name, my life, and he doesn't care who he destroys to get it.
Don't run off yet. I'm not expecting some ho-ho-ho smackdown, but I do have one big request. Help me keep Conlan, Felix, and everyone else I care for safe from this monster. All right, Felix can probably take care of himself. The others still need protection. If you can do this then feel free to help yourself to the culinary feast in my kitchenette. Simone, the ghost currently haunting it, made a lot more than a plate of cookies and a glass of milk.
Remember, if you eat anything you seal the pact.
Signed,
Acantha
P.S. Sorry I can't tell you my real name...and about the cookies I ate!
P.P.S. If anything looks slimey then feel free to turn Ryf and Raf into coal.
Dear Santa,
I really, really hope you're real. Okay, I admit I never actually believed, but lately my life has taken some not-so-silent twists. Let's just say compared to the creatures camping out in my cramped apartment a big, fat man in red flying through the night on a sled pulled by reindeer doesn't sound so impossible anymore.
Anyway, I'm a little rusty on the details. I know some sort of pact is made. I promise to be good and bribe you with sweets and then you grant a wish. (You're not a genie, are you? Do you know about Eidolon? Never mind.) If battling demons and avoiding the urge to squash a particularly annoying goblin duo doesn't count as good then I really have no idea what does. Here's the deal, jolly guy, I've got a major evil baddie after me. He wants my name, my life, and he doesn't care who he destroys to get it.
Don't run off yet. I'm not expecting some ho-ho-ho smackdown, but I do have one big request. Help me keep Conlan, Felix, and everyone else I care for safe from this monster. All right, Felix can probably take care of himself. The others still need protection. If you can do this then feel free to help yourself to the culinary feast in my kitchenette. Simone, the ghost currently haunting it, made a lot more than a plate of cookies and a glass of milk.
Remember, if you eat anything you seal the pact.
Signed,
Acantha
P.S. Sorry I can't tell you my real name...and about the cookies I ate!
P.P.S. If anything looks slimey then feel free to turn Ryf and Raf into coal.