My Dearest James,
I am hoping this letter finds you well. I have not seen you in many weeks, and my thoughts have turned to our last meeting. I wanted you to know that my leg is healing beautifully. It would be safe to say that (almost) all is forgiven and as long as the barman at The Bishop's Taint doesn't rise from his coma, there will be no further repercussions. I also wanted to say that any threats of revenge I have made (which only now are bubbling up from the depths of my memory) were given in the heat of the moment and should be given no more credence than the rumors of your questionable parentage. I hope to hear from you soon.