M
~39 AD
Tindrem, Arena Fatalis district, southeast corner, under a stone gazebo on a table.
Beatel
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D, I think we're in trouble.
J seems to be aware something is amiss. I warned you about his little rats that feed him information about the matches! What we intend will not be easy. Please assure me you were not so foolish to involve the Consul's sister. You may have him at least partially blinded by you, especially in that red garment you like to wear, but you surely know the way she looks at you from afar at every event you attend and sit next to him? She will betray you to J, and likely betray your lover himself, if it means advancing herself. This loss will be grievous for all both of us if J finds out, he alone carries what will be more than a quarter of our profits.
We had a plan to bet on the Medulian and have M bet on the Fabernumite, and I trust you're honoring it. Neither of us stand to benefit from the other's failure, our families are in good standing.
M.
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