He quietly smiles. He looks up towards the young clerk. " I'll be going on a business trip, my friend... I'll trust you to arrange things." He quietly stands, walking over to one corner, quietly pulling back a panel, smiling as he quietly lifts out the long obsidian-and-orichalcum blade he keeps there, quietly taking a slice through the air, seperating the flame of a candle from the rest of the wick. He grins as it falls straight back into the candle wax, hissing slightly, a tad bit of smoke rising from the candle. " Never loses an edge..." He removes the dark black sheath, sliding the sword into it quickly, slinging the sheath over his back. " Arrange a coach to Harborhead..."