Diplomacy, Blue in Ink and Blood

by Rubidium

Regarding an Unexpected Deprivation

Dear Cousin,

Cousin, something terrible has happened. Of the wines you sent me, I had scarce drunk more than half when my aide Brown Nose knocked over the rack and shattered the lot of them. Useless fool of a pony. Put it about that I’m looking for a new servant, would you?

King Thorax says he can rustle up some aerobats for you no problem. They’ll be heading your way in the next couple of days.

Frankly, I haven’t the faintest notion whether Thorax’s security is adequate. As far as I can tell it is, but I’m a lover, not a fighter, and if the whole thing was a house of cards I don’t know that I’d be able to tell. King Thorax is confident in it, though, and his new head of security seems to have a good head on her shoulders.

Everything else is progressing smoothly. Having reached agreement on the broad strokes of things, what remains is mostly haggling over logistics. Expenses, mostly. Lend me a few of your pencil pushers, would you? Piles of numbers just leave me with a headache, and piles of numbers are most of what we’re dealing with at this point.

My apologies for the delay. Error in transit, I think - I sent an earlier reply some time ago.
Your servant,

Blueblood