Shame (or whoever you are), gentlemen do not bother with cowardly, drunken poltroons except to kick them off the sidewalk and back into the gutter where they can lay in their own stale vomit.

You have been posted and have done nothing about it, even though a more-than-generous offer was made to allow you to rectify it. I even went to more than a little personal expense to find you and allow you to prove your manhood and courage, and you were nowhere to be found.

The offer is open-ended. You may even chose the weapons: swords or pistols, but I assure you that I will continue until Third Blood. Please, if you wish to engage me, have your friends (should you have any) contact me.