I heard some gossip today among the servants about that old goat Sergeant Valdek. Apparently, his moustache has garnered first prize in a regional whiskers contest. I am not usually interested in the affairs of the man, but this has certainly come as a surprise. His moustache, though fairly bushy and impressive, is in no way worthy of such an accolade.
I am beginning to suspect there are mysterious forces at work in the village.