Abraham, you damned idiot! he thought as he penned his letter. His colleague, Abraham, was planning on making a business transaction with some duke in Connlaoth; not a wise decision, given how stubborn Connlaothians were. After a good half hour of writing, he looked over his letter, just to make sure everything was correct, and that he didn't sound too harsh. Sealing the letter, he set it aside, taking note to have Walter send it later.
His momentary anger been vented, he emerged from his study, and went to knock on his guest's door. While he normally had a butler check in on his guests, he was adamant about this one.
"I hope Im not bothering you, but dinner will be ready in half an hour, my lady." He announced from in the hall. He was sure that his guest was changing, and didn't want to barge in.