Gearing up for an encore of your last tour around the world, in which
your flighty nature and lack of ability to commit to an ideal leads you
to bounce from locale to locale?

I mean, I got out of you exactly what I expected - some killing, a minor
headache, and no real bother when you inevitably jumped ship - but I'm
curious. I mean, it does seem quite the frivolous waste.

Sincerely,
- Lord Ashel Lynne-Savet

PS. Do attend to your prefix, you wouldn't want the wiser ones catching
on to the fact that you were previously a member of perhaps the most
zealously magickal group in existance today, now would you? Oh.. perhaps
I shouldn't have said that here.

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Solis, in the year 551 AD.