Renaissance Faire Letter Reflection

Dear Sir Hoffman,
As I left your dwelling, I took an unaccustomed path on my way home and I wandered upon the most interesting thing. Before I could even see what was going on, an aroma made up of roasting turkey legs and other treats filled my nose and led me to my destination. As I sloshed through the mud and entered the faire, the guards yelled at me warningly. The enchanted purple bracelet they had given me was to worn at all times; otherwise, the guards would arrest me and take me to the front gate, where I would wait for my “chaperone”. Do you have any insight on what this thing they spoke of was? From their tone, I would imagine it was one of the foulest creatures to roam this land. Without looking at a map, I was able to locate the source of the scent that had persuaded me to enter. I handed over my money to the grubby hands of the wench as she tossed me a roasted, partially burnt, turkey leg. My first bite into the salty meat consisted of charcoal and burnt skin. The faire was filled with chatter between companions and all the stands. Shrill screams from thieves caught by the guards would occasionally break over the low rumble of small talk and bartering. Many of the vendors were as stubborn as my wife, something I didn’t think was possible! As I walked through the fair I met many interesting characters and performers. In the center of the faire was an extremely talented mime, judging from the clinking of coins in his chest. I then happened upon the most despicable human, although creature would be a better description. His hunchback was covered in rotting rodent tails. The stench coming from this beast made my eyes water and my stomach flip. When I encountered him, he gladly dashed over with no respect for personal space. I could feel the moisture of his breath upon my chest, as the hairs on my neck stood up. After I escaped from the strange presence of that creature I headed over to the dungeon’s stage. Here they clamored and grabbed thieves onto the grimy old arena and punished them for their deeds. The crowd erupted in laughter from the presentation of the clumsy prosecutor and his dim-witted assistant. After that show, I headed to leave, but found myself attracted to the sword fighting ring. Men would pay to challenge the black knight into a sword fight, with the victor obtaining deafening recognition from the crowd. The clash of swords and flesh reverberated all around, and one was very tempted to see the battle; if only for a mere moment of excitement. As I left the faire, my chest ached and my throat tightened, and I realized what a fun time I had there. I will certainly be returning! Would you like to accompany me next time? Your friend, Eric Eliasson