"A conclusion?" The grizzled Magus asked with a confused expression. Then he looked at him with suspicion. "What do you have in mind, Young Lord?"
Vacuse raised his fat hand and pointed with thick fingers. "You want to see my identity and I don't want to show it. That's the problem. But my conclusion is that I can reveal my identity...."
The grizzled Magus hid his scowl. "But?"
Vacuse laughed again. "But I would need permission from my father. My men are in Mountain City and can use a magical instrument to get words to him as fast as lightning. What do you think?"
The grizzled Magus paused and frowned. He hesitated before he sighed. "If you're sure it won't take long."
Vacuse snorted. "It won't."
The grizzled Magus nodded and bowed. "We'll be here soon for the letter then. Please make it quick, Young Lord."
Vacuse sat there and kept smiling even after they were gone. He could feel the security around them tighten much more than before. "Come now, let's write a letter!"
