Roman sat quietly for a moment looking at the copy of the letter, then sighed and dialed his master.  He'd left the original of the letter at the gathering of the tigers, on the table.  But the copy was proof enough, he supposed.  Reaching the master's voice mail, he spoke softly.

"Master, I have reached the Khan of the Horde, at alast.  He says he fogives me and requires nothing of me.  Both leaders of the Horde demand I stay away from the tigers, and so I shall do.  I trust this fullfills your requirement of me.  If you have need of me, I shall be reachable at my home or by phone.

-Roman"

Hangging up he sighed as he made his next call.  At this rate, Master Moses was never going to let him continue to teach.  Maybe he should talk to the man about changing the employment arrangement.  Just teach for free.  His students deserved better then to have to deal with Roman's moods and poor people skills.  So requesting another leave of absence for personal reasons, he hung up from his second call before laying back on his bed and closing his eyes.