CommID: Lee Adama
Message Target: Austin Goodman
Message Source: ######
Subject: I must agree with you
Austin,
I have spent the latter part of my life trying to get a quiet place to settle down and live the rest of my life however it seems like Bretonia is like a siren from the mythical maritime tales of old. I have been accused of being a traitor for my actions in Dublin and I have seen the very worst of Bretonia as well as seeing and being part of the highest and glittering social circles of an Admiral .
From his actions my brother seems to have either gone mad with the power of leading a great and powerful company which Borderworlds Exports is or he has let the grief, anger and resentment due to the loss of Glasgow and Stokes get to him. I dearly hope it is the latter if it is the former then I will warn you know my brother the little oink he is will not let any one near his position. I would honestly liken him to the ancient emperor Nero who let Rome burn around him while he played his fiddle.
So Austin I am with you if you so choose and I shall leave this message with a song which my mum used to sing to both to my bother , my other siblings and I also feel that it is quite poignant at this time. The Green Leaves of Summer
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