On floral scented paper in handwriting that was filled with swoops and curls, Chryrie penned her quick note.

Dear Master Briarius,

I would like to speak with you at your earliest convenience.

Also, I believe we have an old bet to settle?

Yours,

Chryrie Nightstar

She folded and rolled the parchment into a small tube, then handed the tube to one of the street-rats that often came to her home for refuge.

"Get that to Headmaster Briarius at Ravensheart Acadamy. I don't particularly care how you do it, just as long as it gets there."

She gave the child some coins to pay for his food and time, then sent him scuttling off with a wave. Then she leaned back in her chair and smiled.