He smirked, slightly, at the last, before shaking his head. "If he is as 'fair and open minded' as his guards tote him as, then I suspect he is in for a rude awakening. In fact, that could work to my advantage, rather easily. By your leave."<br/><br/>He gave a slight bow, before helping Arixia to her feet, pushing her chair in, and then heading to the door. Once outside, he actually smirked, before composing himself, and quickly headed back to the guild house, idly wondering if he should kill the advisers as well as the paladin. Maybe once he got done with the target. He grinned in response to Arixia's obvious question, but didn't vocalize his response. Instead, he would show rather than tell. First, though, he sat at his desk, and began to laboriously write out a rough draft of a letter to get the wording right, and then again in the fine, elegant handwriting of a professional scribe. He finished the letter a couple hours later, a sheen of sweat on his face from the intensity of his concentration and the how hard it had been to write that carefully, making it look flowing without the ease a professional would have. It looked like something one of the higher end people of the town would have made, and smirked again, before offering it to Arixia for her perusal.<br/><br/><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Sir Nathaniel Griffin;<br/><br/>We wish to confer with you about your desire to take a permanent role in administrating the town. Our inquiries into it have determined that you are a suitable gentleman of admirable bearing and impeccable breeding, and our factor has been authorized to confer our requests. Please meet with him at the following location in non-formal attire. Two guards are allowed, but your advisers are requested to not come, or even be informed, due to them stymieing our attempts to meet with you in a less formal setting. Should this simple request not be followed, our attempts to quietly give our recommendations will cease.</span></em><br/><br/>The letter had an address at the bottom, of one of the higher end taverns that were somewhat unhappy to see the paladin's guards, but other than a frosting of the atmosphere, wouldn't take exception to their presence. It would give the paladin, if he wasn't delusional, a start if he paid attention. As Arixia read the message, he began crafting other notes, two of them being reprimands for not following the instructions, and that the paladin would be countered by them since he couldn't make a simple concession. The last one was one with further instructions, to head to the back right room, where a meal would be set, and Nameless would meet with him.