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The apprentice that presents a letter at Brix nó Balm de Marsilikos' house is still young enough to be properly called a child, but bears the direct gaze and assured air of one who knows he is meant to stay with House Mandrake.
He waits with creditable calm and quiet for one who knows his vaguely-intimidating teacher is actually waiting just across the street in a carriage, and might arch an eyebrow in no uncertain terms if he takes too long.
(Havelock nó Mandrake's ways are sometimes strange, but it would be unthinkable to question him.)
The letter - when it reaches Brix - is sealed tight, and inside reads simply,
Brix, I need to talk to you.
-Havelock
He waits with creditable calm and quiet for one who knows his vaguely-intimidating teacher is actually waiting just across the street in a carriage, and might arch an eyebrow in no uncertain terms if he takes too long.
(Havelock nó Mandrake's ways are sometimes strange, but it would be unthinkable to question him.)
The letter - when it reaches Brix - is sealed tight, and inside reads simply,
Brix, I need to talk to you.
-Havelock
