It wasn't long before news of the Ravenstad's invasion on Peirgarten holdings touched the Rosendahl's ears. As soon as Jamie released the revealing letter it retreated to its original curl, almost as though it wished to shield the public from its harrowing contents. Despite the consternation festering deep within his gut, Jamie managed to maintain his composure, simply meandering on upstairs towards his desk in the fashion with which he typically concluded his evenings. Easing his compact frame onto his favored oaken chair, Jamie reached for a quill, drenching it in ink before scratching out a message with preternatural vigor.
The missive was short and concise, giving no hint as to the fury and anxiety swimming through the patriarch's bloodstream. After a short while, a low and authoritative rumble escaped Jamie's throat, though thankfully enough, Jamie's teeth and tongue managed to translate the incomprehensible grunt into a call for a servant.
A sudden pitter-patter alerted Jamie to the attendant's arrival. Refusing to let his gaze wander, the Rosendahl simply tossed the finished letter to the servant while his opposing digits eagerly reached for a fresh sheet.
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