Despite his gray beard, Michael senses that this is a fairly young dwarf. "Thank you sir, twas a dry run down in haste it twas, something to whet the whistle would be greatly appreciated." As if suddenly remembering why he is here, the lad slaps at a pouch and then digs inside for a missive. It is heavy brown paper embossed with what you guess to be the clan seal. The letter is bound with red ribbon with gold runes and sealed with wax and the clanlords personal seal. As you reach to open it, Nac'Losin says, "Ah Captain, would you mind terribly if I have a look at that before you open it? Such wrappings could contain powerful detrimental magics." Hearing this the dwarf lad very nearly drops his glass of lemonade and looks agog at Nac'Losin. She adds, "it is likely nothing at all, but you must admit we can't be too careful. It is just that I thought I saw a flicker of magic as the lad pulled it from his pouch." The dwarf looks down at his pouch as if he had a venomous snake tied around his waist. She holds out a hand.
