At least this letter did not have a scent lingering on it. He was rather thankful for that and smirked when the First Enchanter looked about rather nervously. “Is there a problem?” He inquired before taking the letter and then extended his other hand, awaiting the payment. “I suppose being a courier isn’t too bad, I am sure I can find her again for you,” he winked at the older elf, “Your secret is safe with me.”
Orsino stared at the man for a few heartbeats, his brow furrowing and, drawing himself to his full height and throwing his shoulders back, narrowed his eyes accusingly at the messenger. He automatically assumed the messenger was a puppet of the Templars and was hinting that he knew the First Enchanter of Kirkwall had assisted in the escape of an apostate.
“Curb your tongue.” He hissed as he dropped the coins into his hand.
His eyes went wide when the elf rose high and towered over him. Swallowing hard, he couldn’t understand what the big deal was? It was a love letter! Was he worried that he would actually tell someone? Like the apprentices, the Templars or their Commander? This was a little too heavy for the messenger, but it drew his curiosity in nonetheless.
“All right, all right, I meant no offense. I didn’t think it was a big deal, I won’t tell anyone out there, promise.” Taking the coins, and slipping them in his pocket, the nervous messenger headed to the door, though still faced Orsino. Tucking the letter away into his tunic, his freed hand found the handle of the door and he hurriedly ran out.
Just what in the world did she find in this man..