Your Mandarin received the following electronic correspondence from operative S.M.:

I started following your blog after a link 5-6 months ago from Keith Burgess Jackson or Bill Vallicela, either way, love your guys stuff.

Just wanted to let you know if you’re into cigars, a few friends and I get together at (name withheld) in (location withheld) the second Thursday of every month around 6.

Keep on writing the good stuff.

Best,
Operative S. M.

Your Mandarin appreciates the invitation but due to contractual endorsement obligations with the Leaping Peacock, certain orders of protection, and the Freudian insight that sometimes a cigar isn’t a cigar your Mandarin must decline.

Now your Mandarin commands that you continue to follow the Gormogons and expects you to drive readership amoung your friends as well. Failure to comply with this command may lead to premature hair loss, a fear of frogs, and a strange desire to scold commas, for, making, you, pause, while, you’re, reading.

The Mandarin

The Mandarin, whose real name is 吏恆, joined the order in 1309, and introduced the Gormogons into England during the 18th Century.

The Mandarin enjoys spending time with his pet manticore, Βάρἰκος, or Barry (who can be found in the Bestiary). When not in the Castle…well, frankly, nobody is quite sure where he goes.

The Mandarin popularized the fine art of “gut booting,” by which he delivers a powerful kick to the stomach of anyone that annoys him. Although nearly universal today, the act of gut booting or threatening someone or something with a gut boot is solely due to him.