Re: Found you at last!
To: Kai Loreli Wyn
From: Austela Arsaeria
At: Y 23,984SRB, M 08, D 04, H 23:02 7SC/8-2
For goodness’ sake, you can still call me Hashel. You know the name’s just a formality. And it’s only been two weeks since the last time we talked! Are you still doing any work on Benazen or are you just sat twiddling your thumbs in your cushy little office?
I joke. Your office isn’t cushy, it’s palatial. And I know you detest it.
To put your mind at ease, I’ve attached my new patron’s contact details. She has a particular obsession with colour-coding timetables – I’m sure you’ll enjoy it. No doubt she’ll have an itinerary suited to your critical eye.
As for where I am at the moment, there’s not much point me saying. I leave within the hour. I was picked up straight from my initiation for an assignment – which was all perfectly normal – but it turned out the assignment is to a noble house in Rythe. Rythe! The seat of all galactic backwardsness. And here I thought I’d be touring the hub worlds or assigned to a transitor lord. But no, I’m bound outside the Hegemony, apparently. Afraid you won’t be able to sell any tickets unless you fancy striking up business across the breach. And I think it’s more contract work, anyway. I find out more tomorrow.
The ship I’ll be on is the Memnet Ossian. I’ll be back to Standard Chron aboard, but I can’t say how fast I’ll reply once we leave our borders. Apparently Rythe are still refusing a relay, so communications take a while to come out. But it’s a week until we hit the last nexus, so chat away before then.
It’s a full-on delegation, Crow. And Rythe explicitly requested me. I suppose I’ll find out why when we get there. In the meantime, I need to put up with a bunch of stuffy old politicians and diplomatics. Fun for me.
Anyway, I wouldn’t dream of leaving my old crow in the dark. Just please, don’t embarrass me too much while I’m gone.
Apparently possessing ‘strong ankles’,