I got your letter six months ago. I don't know quite how you managed to get it to me, but I thank you. It's nice to know I'm not completely forgotten by my friends.

Things have progressed since you wrote that message. I assume you've heard of the movements by the Huhsz in the World Court. Waste of everyone's time; it's a foregone conclusion. They'll get the hunting passport and every thug in orbit round Thrial will suddenly remember where I am.

I don't like asking, but I may need shelter, boltholes to run to when the Huhsz close. I'll need to know where I'm safe.

If my run takes me near your estate, can I count on you?

Sharrow