Dear Laura,
     I am a Golden Desert Norn. As I'm sure you know, my breed is particularly susceptible to a chemical called 'Dancing'. I cannot stop myself from flailing wildly about the place, whenever I injest it. Unfortunately, this dancing chemical appears to be present in all of Albia's tea! If I dare take a swig, I wind up with my limbs contorted in bizzare and awkward positions. If I abstain, I am considered to be refusing my host's kindness. Tea is taken so often that this situation is unavoidable, and no matter what I do, I end up making a fool of myself! Right now, my only option seems to be becoming a hermit and dwelling forever underground with the Ettin, (whose ignorance of social graces ensures that I avoid embarrassment) checking the carrots in the ceiling for rot and repairing machinery until I die of rickets. Is there another way? Please let me know!
- Marionette