“A message for her ladyship, by order of the venerable seneschal of Inara, Lord Warrick Spenser, faithful to his duty, honorable beyond question, and… not terrible to look at.” Allister’s face remained impossibly serene. Nim pressed her lips together. “Does he make you say all of that to all of his intended recipients?” “Oh no, my lady. I’m only to sound official. I get to make the last bit up at will.”
