Yan Sirkov to Master John Dee
(This missive is delivered to a location arranged with the help of the Tremere Chantry in Sofia, along with the body of an entorpored Gargoyle. It is hand copied by a first-year English student with particularly flowery handwriting at the New Bulgarian University, who has minimal understanding of the content, and who believes that she proof-read someone's essay for the extra spending money).
To Master John Dee, Lord of Great Brittan, etc. etc. (Full honors and titles)
I cannot apologize for the travesty that occurred in London: Apology and excuses will not bring back the dead or undo the damage. I can say that I am endeavoring to take responsibility for my part in it. There was plenty of blame to go around for the comedy of errors that was our pursuit, and I take responsibility for my share of that blame. Many of your associates and several hundred or thousand mortals are now dead.
I intend to continue the pursuit of the fugitive, but if I learned anything, it is that I cannot hope to be successful as long as he can, with a thought, simply know where I am. It occurs to me, that even if your reputation is greatly exaggerated, which I suspect that it is not, you, Lord Dee, are not only the most motivated to help me in this respect, but the most capable of doing so. After studying the fugitive for most of two decades, a genius like yourself has likely already solved the problem. Once, and not before, I am invisible to the infernal senses of the fugitive, I will resume my attempts to destroy him. If you can provide this protection, I will resume my active pursuit of the fugitive. If you can or will not help me, I must seek help elsewhere.
May fortune smile on your future endeavors, and the coming centuries open up new vistas of enlightenment to your eyes.
Yan Sirkov. (His seal, pressed in wax).
