<strong>Name:</strong>GM Post<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>January 1st, 2018<br/><strong>Status:</strong>--<br/><strong>Notes/Triggers:</strong>At the law office of Mr. Zilby.<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Rick (marauder13)<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The Boggan looked absolutely complimented that Richard would want his advice and said, "Well, certainly I'd be open to that. I do charge hourly, mind you, but since this is by far more of an offer of study and academics, call it a quarter my usual hourly fee. So fifty USD an hour, which I can assure you is exceedingly generous on my part, as I'm taking a quarter of my cheapest hourly fee available as calculation. Normally I'd be happy to help another Changeling for free, but time is money, and I am often scarce on time."<br/><br/>He smiled at the compliment about the croissants and whiskey, saying in absolute delight, "You know what? I'll let you have a bottle of whiskey for free, provided you promise you or someone else will drink it and use it for no other purpose. I can't stand the idea of my whiskey being used in any way except for its intended purpose. And oh yes, I am just as good a lawyer as I am a baker and spirit-maker."<br/><br/>He adjusted his glasses for a moment, taking them off and wiping them down, before putting them back on.<br/><br/>"Now, to the matter of the, uh, letter."<br/><br/>He pulled out a photocopy and handed it to Richard. It was in the elegant scrawl of someone who had clearly written it in some sort of hurry. It looked...unfinished, as if the writer had been interrupted at the end.<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">They sing from shadowed waters<br/>and in those shallows the starry eyes<br/>drink deep of soft sweet Sidhe cries.<br/>Court of Sable, ice-bound siren!<br/>Deadly acumen in the Duchess's environ.<br/>Ache of iron in dreams long past...<br/>An axe to answer--<br/></span></span></div>