My Dearest Dulcinea, I know you seek me, but you have been mislead by our enemies, the informant you have found by now is a spy, an agent working for them. I am not at the Barbed Tower, and the forces there will surely seek your death and to seize the Heartkey which you possess. I am instead sequestered in the wrathful pit in Concordia. I do not know why I am here. Surely not to fight, for if they put a blade in my hand I will use it to slay them and work my way free. My life means nothing if you die. I Hope you get this bird, but .. I fear the odds are slim. Yours, until the stars burn cold, Tibris.