Tehr realized that Emily was actually saying she needed some time to gather some friends or family and he nodded.  Bending at the waist he kissed the back of her hand, "I shall attend to your mother, then repair to my bedroom.  If you are ready before me, leave a note or a servant with where I am to find you."<br/><br/>Tehr took his leave then and stopped at his bedroom first.  Tiel had mentioned that he'd wanted private lessons with the Lady in attendance.  He took the time to clean up and change into soft comfortable silks.  The clothing was night wear by any definition, loose silken trousers, soft slippers, likewise a billowy and loose shirt.  A robe to top it, for 'decency' after all, and he was done.  He unstrapped his wrist sheath and left his throwing knives and staff in his bedroom.  If he weren't safe from combat here, now, then he was in trouble after all.  A light spray of scented water in the air, to fall atop his head, and then he was off, headed to the Lord and Lady's private chambers.<br/><br/>However as he approached he could feel the buildup of primal energy behind the doors and sensed that they had started without him.  He knocked on the door and heard some noises from beyond.  After a moment the door cracked and he saw the red headed maid, Sarah Applemane peeking from behind the door.  She was hiding her body with the door, and Tehr imagined that she was likely quite naked, her hair was certainly quite mussed.  But still she said, "The lord and lady wish to know if you'd be willing to put off the private lessons until tomorrow if possible?"<br/><br/>Tehr smiled and nodded, "Of course, have a good night then.  I give them my best."  Then he whispered, "you enjoy yourself too Miss Applemane."<br/><br/>Then he turned and returned to his room.  No note from Emily yet, and for a moment he was glad of it.  It would give him a chance to write his letters.  He sat at the table and quickly set up his writing tools.  The first letter to his mother explaining about the monk Kayna.  He begged his mother to give her the comfort and grace of the Wynt home, and treat her as a guest... one that could take care of their bandit problem.  He did not mention prices or bounties, as his mother was far more shrewd in that area then he was, and would judge such things better than him.<br/><br/>The second letter was the toughest and he wanted to write while fresh, but after he'd unlimbered his hand with the first letter.  This letter to Duke Caelor, speaking of the wisdom in a friendship between his house and that of Wynt.  He wrote of his strong association with the half elven people and his love of the forest as well as the noble chambers.  He ended the diplomatic letter on a personal note, praising the duke's grace in both discussion and in combat.  Finally he spoke of how taken he was with the charming nature of the duke's daughter, and hoped that he might see her again, and soon.<br/><br/>He debated writing a letter to Rosalyn Caelor, but he knew not what to say, his words, usually so smooth and flowing seemed to dry when he thought of her.<br/><br/>Finally he had almost finished writing his letter to his sister Christina, asking about the repairs, and telling her of the beauty of this place.  He also inquired if she'd introduced herself to Anne d'Wellington yet.  Further he mentioned that he was keeping his eye open for suitors, of a temporary nature of course as she wished, but that most men around here might be a bit shorter than she liked.   It was a tricky situation of course.  He did need to find a man to be officially 'courting' his sister, if not several men, but they needed to be weak enough to not challenge house Wynt, yet not so base or common to hurt the reputation of his house.  Tehr and Christina had already flirted with a dangerous run at incest, and if he wanted to stem any rumors, he needed to find another man to be seen on her arm other than her brother.<br/><br/>That being said, the thought of her naked in the tub, pleasuring herself, was one not easily gone from his mind.  It was lodged there firmly with the sight of Rosalyn Caelor.<br/><br/>He sighed and sprinkled sand on the parchment to dry the ink just as a knock came on his bedroom door.<br/><br/>"Enter" he called, eager to see what Emily had planned for him, and now quite horny after such lewd thoughts as he'd been having.   He'd get someone to deliver these letters in the morning.