Red Shadow Claws
Six Thousand Club
Cynis Sylvia was at one of the many houses owned by her House. Just a moment ago there was a knock on her door, and a humble servant appeared, telling her that one of her fellow Dynasts had sent her a missive.
That missive was now on the table, still sealed, where the servant put it down. Something was curious about it. It wasn't the regular paper usually used, but the one of fine quality, that is generally used for communication by the House elders. She has had some contact with some of them, naturally, but none has ever sent her a missive like this, and those came encoded usually. It wasn't that she didn't know the code, but it was complex, and she really didn't want to decipher it wrong.
That missive was now on the table, still sealed, where the servant put it down. Something was curious about it. It wasn't the regular paper usually used, but the one of fine quality, that is generally used for communication by the House elders. She has had some contact with some of them, naturally, but none has ever sent her a missive like this, and those came encoded usually. It wasn't that she didn't know the code, but it was complex, and she really didn't want to decipher it wrong.