[The letter is delivered via an extraordinarily bad-tempered seagull, absurdly far from its native coast.]
Madam,
I would parlay with you in the interests of peace between our people and exchange of information. A shardbearing vampir, I know very little of elves.
Not an unpaid opportunity. Should you wish to take it, I will defer to you in matters of meeting place and time. The bird knows it way.
Yours, The Brucolac.
[Immediately after she's read it, the seagull launches itself forwards with a mighty squawk and rends the paper with beak and claws until it's a mere pile of scraps.]
JULY.
Madam,
I would parlay with you in the interests of peace between our people and exchange of information. A shardbearing vampir, I know very little of elves.
Not an unpaid opportunity. Should you wish to take it, I will defer to you in matters of meeting place and time. The bird knows it way.
Yours,
The Brucolac.
[Immediately after she's read it, the seagull launches itself forwards with a mighty squawk and rends the paper with beak and claws until it's a mere pile of scraps.]