My dearest Rosemary,
The woods are dark this time of night, and I write to you by candlelight. The aroma of the trees remind me of your scent, an intoxicating blend of mint and smoky paprika. How I wish I were home with you, rather than on this ridiculous journey. But alas, we must travel farther. For you see, King Baldy demands that we find a secret ingredient for his latest blend of herbs and spices. But rest assured my love, I shall return to you. And we shall frolic together in a savory stew, or perhaps take another respite on steak or tuna. Some of those I travel with have even journeyed onto diced potatoes and rice, an exciting adventure I would like to try with you someday.
Be strong my love. I shall return. As I write this, odd happens occur in our camp. They have confined me to this tent. They reassure me that I will be fine, though I have lodged no complaints. But no matter. Soon, we will find this secret ingredient for King Baldy, and all will be well.