I'm writing because you must be worried that I'm still angry. Silly man, you know full well I never hold a grudge long. I forgive you.
It's all because of that secretiveness of yours. Is it so strange for me to take an interest in your plague research? I adore watching you at work in your tower - please, if you still refuse to discuss the results of your experiments with me, at least don't deny me that small pleasure.
If Vserad doesn't need you tomorrow evening, come see me. We'll clear everything up over a glass of wine - or two, or more...
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