For those of you stuck in a restricted access shadow for the past millenium, you may have missed out on the ever charming Ask Aunt Flora site. On a whim, I thought that perhaps what Aunt Flora needed was a new letter to goad her into writing some more. Below is a letter from Lentaro. What's kinda depressing is that, regardless of how amusing this may be, this is essentially what's happened in our campaign. Aside from the neighbors of Len. The following session revealed that Len was the only "alien" in Area 51. So far, this has gone unanswered, but when it does, I'll include the link here.

Dear Aunt Flora,

You may have seen me about the city of Amber. I am the ambassador of a nearby high-tech shadow, and resemble what those in Amber would call an "anthropomorphic hamster", roughly 7 feet in height. My debut in Amber was, shall we say, a bit anti-climatic. Essentially my most influential opponent in the court of Amber died in a rather... colorful manner, right in front of the King and Queen of Amber. Though I was cleared of charges, the scandals were immense.

Since this time, I've spent some time as a Pattern-draining undead minion of Osric. Fortunately, with the aid of one Mr. Suhuy and the fact that I still appear to be largely alive, this has been a relatively minor inconvenience. I am now in some military facility on Shadow Earth that the inhabitants are referring to as "Area 51". My neighbors are most peculiar.

My question is simply: Given my circumstances, what would be the best route to take to establish myself better in the social circles of Amber? I've tried taking ballroom dancing, but no one seems to want to dance with me. (Likely out of fear that they will die.) My spies have been unable to turn up anything to aid me in my social work. Any suggestions would be most appreciative.

- Big, Fuzzy, and Lonely

PS: Sorry about your car. While I had the forsight to use magic to make myself human, I realize that the inclusion of flare lapels and bell bottoms was not the best choice. Especially when in a bad part of New York, next to an expensive Mercedes, with a woman wearing one of your fur coats. I shall make efforts to recompense you for the vehicle later.

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