My Dear Nicholas,

I was stepping out of the bath and reaching for a towel when your letter appeared in my hand. A "Mailbox" spell might not be a bad idea if you find yourself with some free time.

While the letter may have been dripping, the contents were not. You are succinct and to the point. I respect that and accept your apology in the same manner.

Now, as to the good service which you mentioned. With your quick temper and your skilled whip, you caused impressive damage to the shell I inhabit. This I can forgive you, for I have certainly suffered worse. (Although not in recent years.) What I need from you, Nicholas, is nothing short of your friendship. While we have obviously gotten off on the wrong foot, I am willing to begin anew if you are.

As you are not an unintelligent man, you are undoubtedly looking for the catch in my easy acceptance of your apology, and the quickly passed-upon favor. If not, then I have some used swampland in Glenzor that I would be happy to sell to you. Nothing in life is ever really free, and friendship least of all. Nonetheless, the only thing I need right now is friends, or at the very least, loyal companions.

Why now, when I have gone my whole life with only a couple? Because at this moment in time, my very existence is in doubt. As I am sure you have heard, I have made an unfortunate bargain with someone who would have been better left alone. Now, in what I am sure you will understand is a completely unconnected circumstance, I find that there is an object which exists that I absolutely must get ahold of. There is too much at stake here for me to put this in writing, but if you are indeed willing to assist me as only a true friend would, then we will arrange a time to discuss this further.

Sincerely yours,

Sindaraen the Great