Dear Ms Uristine McVampire,
Are you enjoying your new room? I left the roof open so you would get plenty of wholesome Sunlight, and left the floor bare earth, as I seem to recall your kind requiring that for long term survival. I'm sorry I had to temporarily give you the position of military captain in order to order you to the site where I walled you in. Yes, you did indeed get demoted immediately afterward.
The real reason I am writing you this letter, is to ask what exactly it was you were thinking when you sucked the blood out of Urist McFarmer as he slept in the *only* communal sleeping chamber while surrounded by witnesses. No sooner had you eaten him, than his body was found. You didn't even make a pitiful attempt at hiding the body. Even more curious, said dwarf was also your "friend". How can it be that you are still ecstatic after not only killing him visciously, and then watching as his body rotted as I waited for a coffin to be prepaired, all while being locked inside your ubliette?
Also, I noticed that you filled your backpack with prickleberries after being drafted, but let them go to waste after being placed in your new private suite. Is this a protest about the accomodations? I note that your pref strings say you hate oysters... would you prefer a shipment be dropped in through the skylight?
Remember, your complete and total comfort is my only concern. Afterall, being immortal, you will be spending a *very* long time in there. Would you enjoy the company of some kitties? It just doesn't seem right to leave you in there all by yourself...
*a concerned citizen of the Grim Casket-Keeper