A rolled length of neat parchment, clearly expensive paper, denoting some form of wealth. Sealed only by a tied ribbon of crimson, the knot held down by a stamp of black wax. A coiled snake contained within the void-like circular impregnation. Upon unfurling the document, it would read:
Dearest Deorda,
I trust that this letter has found you well, that is, if I have not seen you in my impending visit to the inn. I'm certain you expected to hear from me. Perhaps some bravado about the brawl that took place only a few days ago, perhaps a complaint about my likely subsequent barring from your establishment. I offer you neither, but my understanding, and an explanation.
You were absolutely in your right to request our departure from the inn. I would have left sooner, if I hadn't had such a personal investment in the fight. Perhaps I'd like to offer, in my defence, that I did not arrive looking for much beyond a quiet drink, and some solitude with my thoughts, and I was merely acting in self-defence initially. But, of course, I am at every fault for the reckless abandon that ensued. Please, do not look harshly upon the other patrons. While my opposition is a proven aggressive, and likely abusive, cunt, he was in his own right to attack me. As was Narys in her own right to attempt to break the fight up, even if she may have escalated the affair with the introduction of a dirk. They are honourable patrons, whom carry honourable coin, and tales aplenty; do not look on them so harshly as to ban them. They may prove further use yet.
As for I, I can only offer you my sincerest of apologies, and a token of my regret. I leave with this letter a number of coin. Thirty silver, to be exact, and don't let anyone else tell you different, as I have counted them myself. See it as my payment for the work your barmaids will have done mopping up the blood, and replacing the broken tankard. Furthermore, I would also like to apologise for my, to put it generously, callous behaviour towards you. My words were venom that I truly regret spitting, and that you were undeserving of, and I can only hope that one day you may forgive me for such anger. Nay, my quarrel is not with you, nor shall I hope it ever will be.
And, of equal importance, I would like to apologise to your dog. A beast of majesty, it truly is. Whatever harm I may have wished upon it was spoken in the heated moment, and I genuinely wish no harm, and hope it continues to serve you valiantly, and efficiently, as any guard should. Anger brings out the worst, unwanted demons within me, certainly.
I would have offered these apologies in person, but business calls me north. I shall be out of town for a while, and I know not when I return. So, as to not lose the moment, I leave these tokens of gratitude that you did not falter in your resolve, and you dealt with the situation as any proper landlady should. I wish you, and your business, good fortune for the years to come. And I shall make sure to leave a note at the Dawnhall informing our mercenaries of your inn's whereabouts, to hopefully allow for a further boost of profits, should luck smile upon you.
'Til the next time fate brings us together,
Sincerely,
Written: 14th of Nórui; delivered by Dagramir's own hand, on the very same day, to Theolynne, along with the aforementioned bag of silvers, in the Mad Boar Inn.
Last-known whereabouts: In the possession of the barmaid Theolynne, intended to be given to Deorda upon her next arrival to the inn in question.
