| Stewan is powdered with flour, his apron is smeared with various smeary ingredients, his hair in disarray when the messenger arrives.
He tosses the boy a coin and gets to reading. Slowly his finger traces the the lines, his lips mouthing the words silently.
His face turns sad as the meaning of the message becomes clearer, his eyes roaming the shelves with the ordered foods and drinks.
Putting the letter down on the reception desk he takes a deep breath, and starts to end his interrupted task slowly and carefully.
He then sits and starts to write:
"Dere Miss Kestrel,
I´m sad to hear things are not developing to your liking.
I will do as you proposed and give away what can not be kept, hoping you will commision my services again at a later date.
Humbly yours,
Stewan Seagull"
He shoots his employee a glance, saying:
"Raph, take care of things for a while, will you?"
And sets off for a bit of hunting. |