Letter to B

Dear B,

My sincerest apologies for the way things turned out. I'm sure you'll understand, as you were duty bound to guard whatever is in that room, we were duty bound to get to it. I'd like to think that, had the circumstances been different, we could have been friends. If my understnding is correct, you should reappear here in about a day to continue your vigil. I feel that you are no longer "beholden" to those that bid you guard these treasures, as they will no longer be here. Now, of course, you could return to the ordered clockwork of your home, but should you be interested in something a little more, shall we say, chaotic, I have a proposition for you. I plan on opening a tavern in Chrysopolis (across the Propontis from Constantinople) and think that you would make a fine chef/bouncer. Should this interest you, feel free to make your way over at your leasure. I may be ought of town, but my good friend Eorl is always there. He's the Lt. governor. Just tell him you know me and you'll get your pick of rooms in the mansion. Should this not interest you, I am of course, saddened, but I hope we can part as friends with no hard feelings.

Sincerely, Arben