Book One, Chapter Six, Post Thirteen

"I am satisfied with the arrangements,” Tyrects says, bringing things back to the topic at hand. “And Quiberron seems to understand the supply needs well enough. I grow tired of the bickering and negotiations. When we are ready to leave, I believe you all know where to find me."

With that Tyrects pulls his chest harness and manica off, wraps them around his maul, and tosses them with the rest of his gear by the door. He opens the door to the garden and walks back toward the pond.

"I have a personal matter as well,” Flynn says. “Would you show me to your father's bed? I have some things I need to speak to him about, even if he can't hear me." He frowns, arms crossed. "Please."

Sabal interrupts. "Lady Arabella, I'm wondering if you could see that a message gets delivered to a friend." He offers Arabella a letter in an envelope. "She lives quite remotely with her clan, in a woodland area some distance away in the south. Your father knows them, I believe…."

Arabella takes the letter from Sabal. “Of course,” she replies. Then, she shows Flynn to her father.