Hmmm... if I dip a claw in ink, it can be a makeshift writing utensil!
“A lett'r to the highest and most hon'rable council of eld'r knights
i’m f'rmally requesting a replacement setteth of armeth'r and tric'rn coxcomb. Howev'r, those gents needeth to beest roughly one one-hundredth of the size, fiteth f'r a rat. I haven’t hath lost mine own fusty gear, t m'rely nay longeth'r fits. I shall turneth t in within the month.”
*waits*
Ah, the reply.
*painstakingly removes letter from giant envelope*
“Sir knight
thou art two days late f'r an april daws prank. Cease thy clogging of the messeng'r’s bags immediately”
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@metatherat, I need a smithy and a tailor.