their severance is still fresh. perhaps if they were still greater in number, someone would have seen to it: the business of finding new crest; of names and arrangements, the little formalities of transition. of death. ilias would have been good at that.
in his absence it's averesch, or it's rutyer, or it's nothing — and no, it isn't. not at all. there's julius. cedoux. the ambassador. the scoutmaster, the provost: all the men and women ostensibly in charge. there are a lot of people who'd be better at this.
but isaac doesn't know nevarran peerage to know the relation; he doesn't know byerly to think him else than drunk. he does know that it sounded like a fucking fight in the central tower the other day, and that someone will need to get around to doing this before the word gets out another way.
there are other someones it should be. it just happens to be him. ]
Lady Portia Venaras,
It is with sincere regret that I must inform you of the death of Lady Sidony, in her service with the Inquisition.
I cannot pretend to know the depth of your loss. I had the honour to work with her, I was not among her confidantes. A sickbay is an unkind place: The work asks diligent hands, and a well-comported spirit. We could not have asked for a finer example.
It is an easy thing to be warm with a friend, attentive to an equal; rarer that one should extend dignity and grace to those already gone. Her patience with the dying can be matched only by the living she returned to us, men and women who would not wake and breathe today without her efforts.
A poor trade. But I do not think it one she would regret.
Remains were not recovered. [ there was the fingerbone. but that asks the question of how they knew it was hers, which asks the question of who took the fucking ring — ] Arrangements will be made to return her belongings to Nevarra; I have included a blade from her personal effects.
They are not often wielded with care. It was only that which I witnessed.
Condolences,
— Enchanter Isaac of Monsimmard
[ a scalpel is enclosed, carefully cased away so it's not just like a super sharp loose knife rolling around. the letter that doesn't get sent has more jokes about that. ]
letter; backdated to when everyone was still dead ofc
their severance is still fresh. perhaps if they were still greater in number, someone would have seen to it: the business of finding new crest; of names and arrangements, the little formalities of transition. of death. ilias would have been good at that.
in his absence it's averesch, or it's rutyer, or it's nothing — and no, it isn't. not at all. there's julius. cedoux. the ambassador. the scoutmaster, the provost: all the men and women ostensibly in charge. there are a lot of people who'd be better at this.
but isaac doesn't know nevarran peerage to know the relation; he doesn't know byerly to think him else than drunk. he does know that it sounded like a fucking fight in the central tower the other day, and that someone will need to get around to doing this before the word gets out another way.
there are other someones it should be. it just happens to be him. ]
Lady Portia Venaras,
It is with sincere regret that I must inform you of the death of Lady Sidony, in her service with the Inquisition.
I cannot pretend to know the depth of your loss. I had the honour to work with her, I was not among her confidantes. A sickbay is an unkind place: The work asks diligent hands, and a well-comported spirit. We could not have asked for a finer example.
It is an easy thing to be warm with a friend, attentive to an equal; rarer that one should extend dignity and grace to those already gone. Her patience with the dying can be matched only by the living she returned to us, men and women who would not wake and breathe today without her efforts.
A poor trade. But I do not think it one she would regret.
Remains were not recovered. [ there was the fingerbone. but that asks the question of how they knew it was hers, which asks the question of who took the fucking ring — ] Arrangements will be made to return her belongings to Nevarra; I have included a blade from her personal effects.
They are not often wielded with care. It was only that which I witnessed.
Condolences,
— Enchanter Isaac of Monsimmard
[ a scalpel is enclosed, carefully cased away so it's not just like a super sharp loose knife rolling around. the letter that doesn't get sent has more jokes about that. ]