An Osronan woman made her way to the Astor Estate. From the looks of it, a civilian. Bite marks - perhaps from a spider - could be seen on her neck, if somebody bothered to look.
Her voice was clearly trying to mimic the intonation of Raja's voice, as she opened op a letter and recited this little piece, to the first person that opened the door. Probably a servant.
Quote:"I don't owe you anything, Astor. Besides, we know already how your 'honorable duels' work. You lose, and daddy swoops in to save the day. Just think of your fight with the Alder. How is your face, by the way?"
The voice of the woman - sweet as honey - continued with a smug expression. It was clear, that no reply was needed or wanted for that matter.
"Close yourself in, in that silly, racist, 'shimmering' city of yours. Be afraid of the blade in the dark. Wonder, if somebody truly wants to be your friend, or just wants to claim the bounty at the next best opportunity. I curse you with fear, doubts and second guessing. Once I have had my fill of your turmoil - maybe then - I will come and claim your life myself."
A laugh, crystal clear like spring water escaped the woman.
"If your corpse isn't brought before me until that time comes, of course. Good luck~"
After that, the woman collapsed to the ground, letter still in hand. It contained the same message for Astor to read. The messenger - if not executed on the spot - would be fine after a day of rest. It was clear that everything had been said. No new messenger would arrive at the city, regardless of the provocations.