Dipping the quill in the inkpot, Orsino scrawled a return letter quickly, keeping it short, sweet, and to the point. Standing up he walked over to a small round table by the bookshelf, sealing the parchment with wax. He didn’t bother with a ribbon and, reaching into his purse bag that he kept in plain sight like an idiot, pulled out several sovereigns. He felt bad making the man run all the way back to wherever she may be, especially if she was in Darktown or something equally gross and depressing, so he figured a few more monies will help keep the boy on task.
“Sir?” A few moments passed since he had left, but returned to fulfill his duty. Besides, he could use the extra funds, especially for something that required minimal effort. “May I? Are you done, I mean.” He had the wrong idea the whole time, which in the end, was Sarah’s doing. The woman was not a master of disguises, however, she could shape things to work in her favor - ultimately. It was proven today, with this perfumed letter that filled the halls with its aromatic scent, that she was no fool.