"Er... yes, okay, I suppose I should tell you that if you're trying to reach me I'm not here, and if you're trying to reach me because you want to do something involving pointy bits of metal or otherwise painful objects, I'm never going to be here. So sorry."
[ Baelish assumes Rincewind will probably throw it out. He contemplates wasting his time on sending the letter. But there's an off chance he will read it, and it's better to get all of the information out upfront like this. How likely would Rincewind be to listen if Baelish just gave him a phonecall? And so, the message arrives for Rincewind via mockingbird. Sealed closed by a wax mockingbird sigil, the letter is hand-written in careful cursive. ]
Dear Rincewind -
I know we have never been on the best of terms, but I do hope you will take the time to read this. I write to you on behalf of a project I am working on within my city. Construction has already begun on rebuilding a much larger library, but I wish for this to be more than simply a bigger structure. I hope to inspire education and the spread of knowledge to the natives of Maurtia Falls as well as provide an invaluable resource to new arrivals here. But more than that, I wish to use it to pay homage to the natives who lost their lives within Maurtia Falls due to imPort related tragedies. Their names will be honored within the library itself and donations will be set up to be made to the families.
For this project to succeed, I need your help. If you are able to donate anything at all to the cause, it would be most appreciated -- whether that is rare books, money, or simply your time. I believe you would be an excellent candidate to work in the library. And considering that you already work within Maurtia Falls, would it not be more convenient to have a library near Doctor Chilton's office instead of having to go all the way to Nonah? Please do consider. I truly believe this would be a good fit for you.
I thank you for your time, and I do hope to hear back from you soon.
[Rincewind absolutely throws it away. One look at the return address and he's tossed it over his shoulder, fully content to go the rest of his afternoon while cheerfully avoiding whatever surely terrible news is inside that envelope.
The trouble is, sometimes instead of a rubbish bin over a person's shoulder, there's a bloody-minded box on legs. Said box eats the letter, seems to mull its contents over, and eventually, hours later, spews it back up into its master's face.
There's some hemming and hawing from the wizard at this (and a threat of termites which the Luggage nips at his robe for), but this time he sits down to read the damn thing. For the first time. And then a second. ...And then a third, eyebrows up so high they've nearly been lost to the unkempt thatch of his hair.
Baelish wants donations from him? No, no - Baelish wants him to work at his library.
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Letter!
Dear Rincewind -
I know we have never been on the best of terms, but I do hope you will take the time to read this. I write to you on behalf of a project I am working on within my city. Construction has already begun on rebuilding a much larger library, but I wish for this to be more than simply a bigger structure. I hope to inspire education and the spread of knowledge to the natives of Maurtia Falls as well as provide an invaluable resource to new arrivals here. But more than that, I wish to use it to pay homage to the natives who lost their lives within Maurtia Falls due to imPort related tragedies. Their names will be honored within the library itself and donations will be set up to be made to the families.
For this project to succeed, I need your help. If you are able to donate anything at all to the cause, it would be most appreciated -- whether that is rare books, money, or simply your time. I believe you would be an excellent candidate to work in the library. And considering that you already work within Maurtia Falls, would it not be more convenient to have a library near Doctor Chilton's office instead of having to go all the way to Nonah? Please do consider. I truly believe this would be a good fit for you.
I thank you for your time, and I do hope to hear back from you soon.
Sincerely,
Ambassador Petyr Baelish
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The trouble is, sometimes instead of a rubbish bin over a person's shoulder, there's a bloody-minded box on legs. Said box eats the letter, seems to mull its contents over, and eventually, hours later, spews it back up into its master's face.
There's some hemming and hawing from the wizard at this (and a threat of termites which the Luggage nips at his robe for), but this time he sits down to read the damn thing. For the first time. And then a second. ...And then a third, eyebrows up so high they've nearly been lost to the unkempt thatch of his hair.
Baelish wants donations from him? No, no - Baelish wants him to work at his library.
Baelish has a library.
...Right. Bugger letters.]