Bramen examined the letter closely, brow knitting a little as he looked at the seal. "I'm not sure what Dwarven art mixed with Tevinter styling looks like... But it's not a dragon eating anything," he said, offering the letter to his lover. The raven seemed content with that and gave another chortle from its throat, spreading its wings and taking flight again - a single flap and it was out the balcony, returning to its roost. The bird trusted Bramen would get the man to read whatever letter it was, its duty done for the time being.
With the letter in Dorian's hands, Bramen opted to sit at the foot of the bed - unbuckling his boots and slipping them off. "Who is it from?"
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Date: 2015-02-07 05:09 pm (UTC)With the letter in Dorian's hands, Bramen opted to sit at the foot of the bed - unbuckling his boots and slipping them off. "Who is it from?"