Fixing things for the springs II

[Antar]

67th of Fall, 511av..

Today was another job, helping the old couple who ran the springs, only this time his repairs were of a more ... personal caused matter. Antar's little tryst with a spider had caused some damage to the walls, but nothing more then a quick coat of paint would need to hide the scratches. The real problem was the damage to the outside wood near the room's porch. The same spot he had found a dagger sticking a letter of wrapped crimson paper too. A letter he had refused to tell Shai about as he secreted it away from prying eyes.

A letter from the man who plagued him, congratulating on him for letting his guard down enough for him to get a "Show" of him and his newest hired whore. It went on to ask how much he had paid for that night... wondering if the woman's services could be bought. After all, it would be a shame to waste her talents after 'Anthony' was dead... The entire piece was designed to infuriate him, but he was most aggrieved by the words, "I couldn't see clearly in the shadows, but it was obvious from a distance that she must have had a good technique'

The letter had been designed to provoke him, and had been stabbed into the porch wall. He had hidden it from Shai, since it suggested her identity was still masked in his aggressor's eyes. At least the man thought Shai had been a courtesan, not someone that had been approached for help.

Though, the letter had helped to explain the damage to the elderly couple and they had grown quite concerned to redouble their efforst to have the servants patrol for unwanted guests the following nights. He was told to fix up his room as best he could and that he'd be moved towards a safer one in the inner courtyard in the meantime. The former knights seemed to brook no contest for violence towards their guests as long as they were on the property, and the old man cordially considered the damage from his tryst with the spider to be from an attack of some sort.

Lucky for him at least, he wasn't getting thrown out, only told to fix things as he could. The old woman had taken the letter and gazed at it once, and he could feel the tingly scratching in the back of his head signifying a bit of magic use before she returned it and warned him the man who wrote that was very dangerous. He still had the letter in his possession, nestled with the others just above his heart.

He'd keep them for later, just in case they'd be useful in some capacity.