[Kayneth wasn't entirely sure what to do with the letter once he got it except perhaps stare at it for a few moments, because holy hell, really...? Perhaps he wouldn't even have to muck around with the monarchs if this was truly the case.

And... well, he could survive without his crest, but he couldn't really live without it. If that was what she was talking about, anyway. He'd mostly just discussed his kidney, because that was far less life-shattering. He would, admittedly, very much like that back, but...

Well, he'll write up a reply and send it by pudgy cockatiel within the day.]

Aly Red-Hand, The Red Lady, Commander of the Red Hand,

You may have my grace and more if you were to aid me in this endeavor. Name the favor and I'll grant it.

Marquis Kayneth El-Melloi Archibald of the White Citadel, Shardbearer and High Magus of Caer Glaem