The Veteran mused, observing the golden lettering of the missive while he lightly passed his fingers through the rigid surface. "Huh.", he let out, "I suppose this ink is truly made from mina."
The Veteran would jut his head backwards, giving a tired sigh as he let his legs cross and rest, "At least the Holy See is safe. We did our peaces, fought their wars and did our part. Oreners just can't go a few days without a good backstab."
He'd close his eyes momentarily, lifting the paper and shaking it around, "Anyone want to scrape off the letters on this paper, melt them into some proper mina? I'd like to get myself a drink."
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