Edwin stared at the contents of the package before him, then at the grinning redhead with brown eyes who gave it to him.
"Is this a joke?" Edwin hissed. Of all the things Cardinal Leo IX could have asked for from a foreign Boliarin, this was by far the worst thing.
"Oh, I have no idea what you mean. I was not allowed to open the package, you see," the smile on the Hafnon man widened and Edwin felt his eye twitch.
"The Surian Theocracy has three Boliarins. Why can't they handle something like this?" Edwin snapped, not wanting to play games with Thorold Hafnon.
"I am afraid I truly don't know what you mean. Perhaps if I can take a look?" Thorold extended his hands towards the package and Edwin trusted it in his hands. Despite his normally iron self-control, his foot began tapping.
Thorold pretended to read what he had already read in a dark alley and hummed.
