Good thing that Alistair blew out the candle at his bedside before reading those messages.

CQG: But only the possibility??

He's half buried his face in the nearest pillow to stifle his cackling, which, by now, is so strong that it threatens to impede his typing.

CQG: SER CULLEN RUTHERFORD GOT IN A TAVERN BRAWL
CQG: THIS IS THE BEST NIGHT I'VE EVER HAD
CQG: THANK YOU MAKER FOR THIS PRECIOUS GIFT YOU'VE BESTOWED UPON ME