Promptly, a creased letter is delivered unto the Haensetian palace - written in the cheapest ink and on the rattiest parchment, both no doubt immediately apparent to the sophisticated appraisal of any courtier, official or royal - declaring in a most crude hand:
"To 'His Excellency Fabian d'Arkent-Kortrevich',
I am Aedric Saxe. I can ride horses good. I have done my whole life. I can teach. I can sword-fight. I am a man of many profishiensees skills. I ask for a humble daily wage. Please contempleate my offer.
To 'His Excellency Fabian d'Arkent-Kortrevich' and the most illustreeus court of Hanseti-Ruska,
From Aedric Saxe."