"... Lured by the writer? What do you mean by that, Your Highness?" The Count queried, dither evident in his voice, "I clearly saw what was written on that parchment. I am convinced that it is the truth."
Of course, the Count wouldn't just attend the audience because of the letter.
He found the folded parchment on top of his desk one dull afternoon two weeks agone. The Count was cautious no to touch the parchment, afraid that it was some sort of ensnarement. As a consequence, he placed it inside a box sold as merchandise by the Obelisk.
The box had the purpose of neutralizing spells that were under a certain threshold. Almost all Noble Heads within the capital owned the box. The price the Nobles had to pay could amount to a year's worth of revenue generated by any of their business.
