Tehr's brief study followed by the bath were uninterrupted this time around, allowing him a chance to recover again. There was a fair bit of warm water waiting for him, allowing him to soak up until he'd be ready to head on forth. While it did not actually take all that long, there had been enough time for the messenger to pick up a nearby little poem book of dirty little rhymes. A faint blush on the halfling man's face showed he had been thinking of a fair bit of things, the voices upstairs probably hadn't helped on that either, but he had not wandered off or made a mess either.<br/><br/>"Ahh, lord Wynt!" The young halfling man blinked on noticing his arrival. "I ah, I came to ask if the preparations for the arrival of a few of our House here to work for you are at ready? If so, I believe you could meet with them tomorrow or late this evening." He offered a polite smile. "I would also like to thank you, you made one of the biggest braggarts in our town shut his trap and behave after being humiliated in a fight. You managed to make friends with the central family. I would say you have done a lot and well I was curious to meet you for another reason as well." The young halfling man drew a deep breath and bowed his head. "Would you be willing to entertain the thought of taking me in your service as well? I am a fairly swift messenger, and can keep things to myself as necessary. I'm also quite capable of picking up things I perhaps shouldn't hear, though I would not speak of them to anyone other than the one who has my loyalty."<br/><br/>He looked around and then pulled out a small letter of recommendation, one apparently written by Emily. The contents were a touch short, and to the point.<em>"If the assassination attempt along the way was any indication, and the threats we hear about in Londinium are true, then I would recommend you increase the number of personal guard at your side. This halfling lad is one of our <strong>diamond fist</strong> practitioners, a warrior that is capable of doing serious harm with his fists and feet alone. He might appear unarmed and harmless, but could be a boon at your side, both as a servant and a capable helper. It doesn't hurt that he hates a certain cocky male in our family as well and feels your beatdown deserves respect. If you would rather not hire him however, simple ask him to return to our compound and I'll enter him to my service."</em>Her signature followed, and something else. A whiff of a familiar scent, a feminine musk of a particular halfling maiden it seemed, a dap of it on the letter's surface having left a faint darkened spot.