My Dearest Brother,
I'm so excited to hear you will be organizing a tournament where the players will be able to test the new faction. I think this is a fabulous idea. Unfortunately, I won't be able to make an appearance. My health has taken a sudden turn for the worse. The medics don't see much hope for me. Oh well... everyone shall have their turn, as our father would say. I've had a good life and do not regret anything. Well, except perhaps for a few choice cards I lost over the years, but you cannot gain without risking something.
This very well might be the last letter I write to you, so I'd like you to know I am very proud of you. A gwent tournament using the new faciton,[sic] that is the idea of a lifetime. Do not worry about those who oppose your changes - and indeed the notion of change itself. There shall always be malcontents. Those such as yourself should let intuition guide them and follow the path of progress. Where would our world be today if we allowed only the nearsighted, the unimaginative, to steer our affairs? No doubt stuck in a dark cave, with warming fires and illuminating candles beyond our reckoning. Thus I retain high hopes for your tournament and wish it all the best. I believe it shall soon be the finest, most prestigious gwent tournament in all the world.
Your brother – Igor.
