[Azim al-Rashid]

[tinfoilhat]

Azim,

Look at us - seems we've both managed to survive life as a drudge. When you've a moment, let's catch up over a bottle of Il Modo's finest.  My treat.

We can celebrate, then speak of matters regarding our fair Citadel. I'd offer the Fortress for hospitality, but the other Apothar and her pet seem so anxious when visiting lately, I'll not begrudge you if you prefer warmer locales.

Let me know where, and I'll come with the bottle.

-ISOTTA

[Dremen]

[The letter is mused over by an old chuckling Apothar as he drinks his coffee. He files it away into one of his many notebooks.]