Lars was still trying to figure out something. Was this message in some morse code, similar to the english language? What was it? This couldn't be a regular letter, inviting him to the 7th Iron Fist tournament, could it? And it certainly couldn't be his half-nephew, Jin, sending these letters, as he was dead. No matter. He was looking closely, in order to figure out who was sending these letters. He had a confused look on his face, and was still staring at the letter. He looked closely at the letter's handwriting, as if to see if this matched any other people he had met's handwriting. It didn't match at all...gah. It's useless to him. He threw it into a nearby trash can and attempted to forget it. He shouldn't have wasted his time with that small, insignificant letter. Who knows, it could probably just be a fake.