His death was what you mourned, secretly, privately, asking for something which could not be given, for your own personal use. Ere, it seems that it is too late, but meeting with you may bring you some benefit on other matters, though I find your City on a Hill strange and unnatural, so I hope you'll understand and meet with me at a less biased place.

Rithralde Evermore

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