A letter to the big house on the Calomel farm, ferried by a very proud Otto:
Cinabar,
Of all the peple to go along with my husbund's idiotic plan it was you. You. We have known each other for YEARS since I was toting around a kitchen knife, and know each others sekrits, and you and your familee are nearly part of my Familee in everything but Blood. Not telling me he asked you to kill him? What the fuck? The crossbow I can forgive, it's this that Burns.
Thanks arsehole.
-Agnie
And a nondescript delivery urchin, to Darkenhold:
Ariane,
I really did Try. Being nice. Getting along. Working with you. like Adults. like Friends, like we were once, because I am an adult too and my time in Razasan made me think that I was a Bitch to you and that I was sorry for ruining things especially our Friendship. but since you now apparently feel like my opinion does not Matter at all, whether its with Catch or with the Refyewges or apparently my very own Husband, I'm done. I will see you in the Committee-meetings and otherwise you can stay in your fancy castle. From now on if Aleksei asks you to do anything remotely related to the Eight you tell me first. Like you would a Peer. Like you would a fellow Counciller. Like you would ANYONE ELSE BUT ME. Because like it or not that is what I am. The third. The deciding vote. NOT A FADING VIOLET THAT CAN'T HANDLE SHIT.
Sincereley,
Agnieszka
