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It had been some time since Riane Typhonus was last in the city. At least half a year, was it a whole year now? Time seemed to fly right by her, and she could barely keep track of it. The woman drifted through the snowy streets as the memories came flooding back to her. Love, loss, accomplishment and failure. The rush was so strong, so.. overwhelming. It was the papers scattered about that broke her out of her somber trance, plastered seemingly everywhere. With such a multitude came some vague sense of importance, and it was almost instinct that she would make her way over and grab one for herself.

The handwriting was the first to jump out at her, with it's feminine appearance. "I wonder who he forced to write this, instead of doing the dirty work himself. Bold statements should be penned personally." She skimmed the page, her interest caught by her family name. It wasn't anything new to her, to have men point fingers at her father. She'd seen it all at this point, and quite frankly it was never so much a surprise as it was "What are they complaining about now?" No, the real surprise to her was the allegation made against Nathaniel Bigge. She practically choked back laughter as she looked over the section a grand total of three times to make sure what she had read was correct. "The Bigge, try to assassinate an northerner? Why, that must be the most pitiful excuse I've heard this year. Anyone should know that's unlikely. If they should want to cover their tracks, they could at least be realistic about it." While it was hard to continue on at this this point (she found the letter to be laughable at best), she found the will within to finish to the end. There wasn't much comment left to make admittedly, besides a scoff at the very notion the group was by any means "Peaceful."

Riane offered a brief glance to the second letter, offering it little regard. She went on to crumple the paper between her hands and toss it aside. Surely, in the grand scheme of things such a gesture might have been irrelevant. But it did mean one less paper on that particular spot. The young Typhonus continued on her way, with only two things on her mind. A well overdue catching up with the family, and a new weapon permit, for it was a very disconcerting feeling to lack her Griff-blade..

@Tiber_ guess who's back​
 
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"Mmph." The Archduke grunted idly, passing the slip of parchment back to the steward who had delivered it. "Quite a victimized stance they've adopted, for men who not even a full day ago demanded my head." With a dismissive wave of his gloved hand, he turned, returning to the documents lining his desk. "Burn it with the rest. They'll answer my invitation to a summit or die in that bloody ruin." The Typhonus concluded.

In much fewer words than his daughter, apparently. ​
 
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