*The wizard sits in a comfortable chair, though his jolted posture would indicate he is anything but. A letter of fine parchment in his outstretched right hand, his expression growing slightly more incredulous as he reads each additional word. Finishing at the signature he pauses for several seconds slowly nods absently. Soon he digs into voluminous robes for a quill and parchment of his own, he commits to a response.*
Coronal Of Myth Drannor,
Your Grace,
Your words, while received with gratitude, are unnecessary. Any exceptional action on my part was a testament to profound ability, more then profound intent, as I am sure that those gathered so rapidly and willingly to the city's defense were as equally dedicated to the safe guarding of it and its people.
I wish the very best for your people, your city and yourself in these turbulent times.
Regards,
Lanius Serennos
Wizard