With a wave of his hands, the two of them found themselves back at the top floor of the Black Tower.
Ludwig however was far too preoccupied with the letter in his hands, and after contemplating a bit he asked "I guess this isn't negotiable?"
The words slid out of his mouth with that habitual dryness he carried into any order he disliked. He stood, close enough to the wide window that gray afternoon light drew long shadows across the floorboards and shelves. One hand toyed with the grip of the lich's staff, tapping it against his palm as though testing the weight of an answer he already knew. His voice did not rise, but the tension in it showed.
"Unfortunately, no."
