I pray you remember me from our time together in the Contari Lance. I know we haven't spoken in years; naturally, I want to start by offering my deepest apologies for failing to keep up a correspondence. I miss your lovely countenance, your striking figure and determination, your fantastic company both at la finca Contari and on the field of battle against our enemies. However, uncharacteristic as it is, I'm not here to hit on you. I was hoping you'd be interested in catching up sometime and discussing how things have changed in the years since the Lance fell from prominence, and perhaps even entertaining a small project together.

If you have any interest in this, I promise you that it would be my absolute highest priority to see you again. You know I am loyal and famously attend to all my engagements in timely manners, unlike some whose names I should not bandy about. And, how is Alessan? Have you seen hide or hair of him? I miss the entirety of la família il·lustre i increïble. Please, Lady Rina, give me a call soon.

The only somewhere I want to go is forward, whether the future brings death, glory, or both. This was the motto I lived by in the Lance. Anyway, you know that Malta would have died in the chokehold the Ghosts had it in. It is truly disgraceful what the current generation of self-proclaimed politicians and liberators are doing to Malta, but anything beats the eternal stagnation we would have been fated for.

No matter if you do not remember me so well; I think we can still find ways to add value to each others' lives. A bit of catching up, then, and some discussion of what the future may hold. What do you say to two days from now in Savona? I know that la familia il·lustre still holds sway there; if you've been away from Malta for so long, it might be nice to see some familiar sights, no?