Well, that was fun. Now that you’re safe aboard my flagship (I’ve chosen to call it ISV Attitude Adjuster), you might find some time to peruse the stack of letters I wrote and couldn’t send. That’s that bundle of papers under this one.
I’m certainly not going to try to recap all my adventures in the space of conversation or two.
I’m sure you have a lot of questions, like “how are you even alive?”, “what are you going to do about you-know-who?”, and “what’s all this ‘Autumnhall’ business, anyway?”
I’m sure Janus may have asked a revealing question or two when he cut the vox link.
We’ll have a conversation in my office, with my command crew, as soon as I deal with you-know-who, and as soon as the tailor has been, so that you’re not standing around in your underwear and a borrowed astropath’s robe.
It’s high time a few of us swapped stories. Maybe even watched a short film.