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To Melvin, my dearest compadre,
I hope this letter finds you well. Once again, I find myself asking for your forgiveness. Though I dared not pass up a golden opportunity, perhaps it could've been handled with a touch more… finesse, as you've said.
I trust your cousin has told you all about her side of the story, and for that, I apologize. You must understand I only wanted to check her loyalty to us, but I'll admit that ultimatum was rather unfair. Worry not, I've already sent my correspondence to Beatrice, and I hope to hear from her soon as well.
Onto more pressing matters: the big game is nearly upon us, and your oversight is requested. Maybe we could make our amends after we triumph over the brutes once and for all? Just a thought. Not that I'm diminishing your feelings here, of course. I apologize again for the rather underhanded tactics, but it was just another way to make them all pay, you see.
Thaddeus would also like to inform you that Shelob has gone through another successful molt, after some struggle, and he hopes you'll be able to take her into your custody soon just in case she's approaching her last days. We could keep her in our quarters at Dragon's Wing if your parents are that against you having a tarantula. I won't make any fuss, I promise.
Please come back.
You know me. I'm losing my head without your guidance and care. Bucky's loyalty is faltering without you or Beatrice around, and on top of that Francois has taken over as Grotto Master and it's becoming intolerable, to say the least.
All of that aside, I miss you. I'm sorry for being a handful. Can we please talk this out again, later?
You're needed here.
Your steadfast friend and leader,
Earnest Jones