Letter to Rupert

Lord Rupert Clement,

Whispers of the Clement succession has reached Oppara. Brother against brother, sisters hoping that upcoming votes will let them throw their fascinators into the ring. It all sounds quite hectic and I can't imagine being caught in the middle of it. It made me think of you, my dear friend. It all sounds quite stressful.

Could I interest you in a break from it all? I will be attending the Exaltation Day Gala at the Senate this year, and I think it would do the both of us good if you were to attend. You get a break from family politics, and I get an assistant who could look into some senators for me. They've kept their cards close to their chest and I'd like to see their hands before they're shown.

You will, of course, be compensated for your aid and time. Though I would hope the benefits of having senatorial contacts wouldn't be unappreciated by one such as yourself.

Meet me at the Tallgrass Breadbasket for lunch, three days before the gala. We can talk more there.

Yours,

Lady Martella Lotheed

P.S. Drop my name at the Thread Rare if you need an outfit for the event.