Not for nothing has his Grace spent years as diplomat to the Akkadian court in Khebbel-im-Akkad. He does not react as she lays forth her tale; he simply grows still, very still. His violet eyes, the sign of his House, are intense as they regard her. "That is a tale indeed," he tells her coolly, relieving her of the letter. "And no small accusation. Who are you, and how came you by such knowledge, and such a missive?"