To Barnaby Rothschild-Steiner // From James Duncan

[The Kingdom of Bretonia]

Oh! Oh! Jamie boy! What a pleasure to see you! Always good to see young people working hard. Hard work makes a man, that's what they say! But you lad, you have a mind twice older than yourself. At least when business is concerned, he-he, but you might want a little more experience at sherry tasting... So! That new account, eh? I allowed myself to get a little tipsy there, so I can't remember if I left the data pad by intention or accidentally, but it's good you connected the contents with our... eye opening discussion. It could be good business, good for us both. Could be.

*Barnaby suddenly sheds the lighthearted aura, which reveals a piercingly serious personality, one that has committed many deeds better not talked about.*

Listen to me, Jamie. I don't want this to become a cockup like Harris. Harris should have been finished by... 820, I think? You're late, Jamie, you're seven years late! It's not even in your hands, the planet! When is Planetform going to pay its debts to us then, when? The interest rate is still running, you know. It will be running until you pay. I'll approve you this high risk account now, but only because you're such a skillful entrepreneur. So skillful for your age. Bloody hell, I'll most certainly not live to see any of these debts paid. Just a couple of years, and I'll be gone. I hope I've satisfied you with this, Jamie. But it's your world you're building, yours and your children's. I don't have much time left to live, and frankly, I don't care the slightest. So here you are, Jamie. Do with it what you know to do well.

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