Dear Madame Swinton,
I am recently arrived to Myrkwood. Imagine my surprise when I arrived shortly before an apparent coup was to take place? It was a most distressing affair.
My understanding is that it is still distressing to you, or more precisely, your place of business. In my travels I have become quite the tea connoisseur and have studied how various cultures and peoples celebrate the simple but often important affair of drinking tea. The fact that you have allowed your tea house to be used for the good of the wounded speaks volumes of your character.
I endeavor to meet you in person, if this would prove possible, preferably at this tea house of which I have heard many good things. I believe we would have much to discuss concerning the tea traditions that we both take pleasure in.
If meeting is not too forward a request, perhaps this conversation might continue then? I look forward to your response, Madame Swinton.
Sincerely,
Vraal
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Sin'Vraal leaned back in the wooden chair of the deserted Broken Dagger and scrutinized his letter. Thin lips pursed as he blew softly upon the drying ink and considered, between his knowledge of things tea-related and his heavily stylized penmanship, that such a letter would hopefully catch the tea Madame's attention.
All big plans started small.