Someone knocked at the door of Jewell's home, and whomever answered found a young halfling waiting: a squire in her late teens, loyal to the Holy Order of Saint Aldwin as evidenced by the clasp on her cape, with wind braids in her wild dark hair and a hatchet and long knife at her belt. She said and did little other than bowing and surrendering a letter, so long as whomever answered the door was, or summoned, either Jewell herself or someone who seemed credible as a member of her staff.
The letter, in a fine parchment envelope and sealed with the DeMuer family crest, read as follows:
Your Imperial Majesty Jewell Ravenlock, the Overlady of RhyDin,
Congratulations on your win! I understand you were nearly untouched, and wish I could have been there to see it. If you are even a quarter as deadly today as I have seen you before, it is no wonder that every swordsman in the realm must defer to you now. They are fortunate to have the rings to protect them; may God spare any rival who does not seek the same protection.
Regrettably I will be on diplomatic business for the better part of next week, and cannot come to honor your victory in person. In my stead I hope to send Dame Kria Abdruin, the Knight-Sergeant of the Old Temple Lodge, to celebrate, to raise a glass in your honor, and to say in person what I cannot. I hope you enjoy the company and the revelry, while I endeavor to do the same with statesmen, lawyers, and accountants.
(I miss the old days. Don't you?)
I pray for your good reign and good fortune, and swift vengeance to your rivals.
Sincerely yours,
Lord Sovereign Alain Charles DeMuer of Drasill, the Baron of Saint Aldwin and Marquess of Noirmont