Wine and Gunpowder-Scented Letter

So. You had a little run in with Ben, and then you dragged it to my doorstep. You could've wiped your feet before you stomped in. But I digress.

I know what you did, and I know who you are. And unlike my unfortunately blockheaded second-in-command, I recognize a threat when it smacks me upside the head. So. This is me, Captain Aeldys - commander of the godsdamned new blood Príncipi, leader of the second largest fleet of pirates in the gods-fucking Deadfire - inviting you, a terrifyingly powerful and strange Watcher, to come and meet with me under the strictest parley at Fort Deadlight. Which is to say, I promise not to gut you when you arrive for dinner and drinks.

Looking forward to having a little hearthside chat. I would like to offer you a partnership of the most glorious and goriest variety. I scratch your back, you gut my enemies from hip to jaw. We laugh at their deaths over a bottle of the finest rum.

Oh, and when you come, bring some candied nuts.

Your newest and dearest friend,

Aeldys

PS - This is not a trap.