Walking alongside Tehr toward the dining room, the master and apprentice had managed to get a fair share of things done. The news about the trinkets didn't spread too fast, but those that came to learn of them often came to make a discrete inquiry about acquiring one after a while. It seemed that it was picking up a bit of pace, but even so they were spread ahead by word of mouth, and it seemed that even the most outrageous gossips didn't want the knowledge to reach the sort of ears that would spoil everyone's fun. Nonetheless, as the two of them made their way to the dining room, they were greeted by a sight of Christina seated at the table in a casual dress, but also a pair of letters resting at the spot that Tehr usually took.<br/><br/><strong>"A messenger arrived a short time ago, but I did not want to interfere with your work. It was not that hurried after all. Nonetheless, the House Saari seems to want to talk with you, based on the sigil."</strong>Christina spoke in a friendly, relaxed tone while casting a brief look at the letters and then at both Tehr and Alex. As she smiled Angelique walked into the room with a large tray holding thet plates full of well prepared steak, and the salad and potatoes to go along with it. The amount of meat on the market had been good since the dwarven butcher in town had made a deal with a large rancher further north as the roads became safer. The healthy supply of good meat was lowering the price a bit and making it more common. The particular piece cut for their meals that day had come from Ironna with her gratitude for Tehr's aid in the past, delivered by a rather familiar street urchin.<br/><br/><strong>"House Saari huh? Those are dangerous women to work with."</strong>Alex teased a bit jokingly, but then moved to take a seat while casting a look at the letters. That said, the two of them were stamped with the house seal, one looking somewhat official invitation to an event, while the other seemed more casual toned.<br/><br/><em>"Master Tehr ir'Wynt, and company,<br/><br/>House Saari is planning on hosting a high society gala in 4 day's time, and as a recognised friend of the House Saari you and any two people you chose to bring with you would be most welcome guests to the event. The event is planned as a semi-formal event, including both a dance and socializing at the family compound and an evening cruise aboard our House's flagship <strong>Tidechaser</strong> at the coastal area. <br/><br/>Please respond to this message with your decision to attend or miss the event, along with how many people you may possibly be arriving with, in two days time. <br/><br/>Matron d'Saari"</em><br/><br/>The personal letter appeared to have been written with a feminine script, while the first one was more formal galligraphy, the feminine, personal letter also carrying a bit of musky perfume to it as it arrived. Curiously, only when its seal was opened, the scent wafting into the air in a mild enough presence it could be noticed but only from up close, and it was already fading in a shorty moment.<br/><br/><em>"Dear Tehr,<br/><br/>I will admit I was surprised to hear the way your station has risen in society in a short while. I recall you saying you had a small amount of favor with the Queen, but it is apparent that a lot more has come since then. I imagine you will hold a position where looking for a wife to your side will not be as important in the near future, though I do wonder a little about something. <strong>As do I.</strong> I decided to include a letter to you with the invitation to the event our mother has decided to host, hoping to share a few words with you sometime soon, even if you might not have an opportunity to attend. <strong>As for me, I grow weary of suitors who cannot give me any challenge. I want to play against an intelligent man for a change. Chess match would be most appreciated.</strong> So, if you have an opportunity to pay us a short visit sometime soon, it would be most appreciated.<br/><br/>Marie d'Saari<br/><strong>Jesanie d'Saari</strong>"</em>