 ::squawks:: Rhinestone Ravvie
"Letter - letter...letter...oh oh oh! You're Gunther's brother? Excellent!" He reached into the pocket of his robe and pulled out a slightly crushed rolled up parchment. The seal was a bit cracked. Not that he'd read it, nope - it merely got smushed. "One Gunther letter, via Trism air!" He grinned. The man had nice - friendly eyes.
Unlike -the black suited harpy in the corner. "Oye - perhaps if your nose spent more time out of your book, you'd be a bit more personable. And," he turned back to Estelle. "Those cookies were horrible, but if you want the rest of them - be my guest."
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