Aegoth Aristata, the Swindler,

In a moment of boredom and impulse, I sought a bet of 500 credits on a game of chance. A single coin flip. You were the one that accepted the bet.

Making certain everything was above board, with no slight of hand or illusory capability, I flipped the coin. I won; you lost. Without even a whisper of a moment, you insisted, "Double or nothing." I obliged, against my better judgement. Again, you lost, indebting yourself to me 1000 credits. Had I known you were a pauper, I would have never accepted the first bet.

Legitimate bets. Legitimate losses. Yet you, the fraudster you are, decided not to pay up. Giving me pieces of a talisman already available to me that you were unable to sell for 750 credits over the course of more than a year does not make us square. I have given you every opportunity to remove the brand of "scoundrel" from your name, but it seems your honour, reputation, and the reputation of all that claim a reprobate, such as yourself, matter nothing to you.

I do not pretend to know the values of Mhaldor, but I have met slaves with more dignity and honour than you.

Pay me the debt you owe, you crook. You may keep your Apperception Stone pieces.

You bet on heads, but yours will surely roll.

Disappointed,

Peak Moliuvia

I have mailed you the single sovereign that cost you so dearly. It seems you are desperate for it.

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Glacian, in the year 849 AF.