Dear Crispin,
I have an extremely terrible affliction that is ruining my entire life. I have Irritable Bowel Syndrome. I can't enjoy food anymore without having extreme emergencies which can only be cured by long hours of solitude behind closed doors. Do you have a cure for this wretched disease? Please help me. I've had to avoid all activities that deal with food and I won't be able to attend any more banquets. Right now I'm living on dry bread and water and food that has no taste as part of a strict diet that the doctor put me on. What should I do? I cannot get married and pass down this conditon to my children, can I? My future wife, if I ever have one, would never let me hear the end of it.
Waiting to hear from you with high expectations knowing that magic will help me lead a normal life instead of one in solitude.
philthethrill
P.S. I'll have to change my name. There's nothing thrilling about my life when I'm suffering in silence.