[--A letter which comes to Caspar, smelling of seawater, via an exceptionally short dwarf. The letter itself has been closed with wax and, once opened, is written in code. But code Caspar knows. Old, simple, easy for him to decipher. This is Nikos' version of nostalgia, using old codes.]

C --

Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ʜᴇʀᴇ. Yᴏᴜʀ ʟᴀsᴛ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ɪɴᴅɪᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ Kɪʀᴋᴡᴀʟʟ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ. Dᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. I ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴀɴᴅʟᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴜᴘ. Vᴇʀʏ, ᴠᴇʀʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ. As ᴏʀɢᴀɴɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ sᴛʀɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛ ɢᴏ, ᴛʜᴇ Iɴǫᴜɪsɪᴛɪᴏɴ ʜᴀs ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴏꜰꜰᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ.

Pᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴡᴀʀꜰ ᴄᴀʀʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ. Hᴇ ɪs sᴜʀᴘʀɪsɪɴɢʟʏ ᴛʀᴜsᴛᴡᴏʀᴛʜʏ. Nᴏᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʜᴇ ɪs ᴀ ᴅᴡᴀʀꜰ ʙᴜᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʜᴇ ɪs ꜰʀᴏᴍ Kɪʀᴋᴡᴀʟʟ.

-- N