Morgrim Ironhammer:
"So sorry to trouble you at this late hour, Speaker," Morgrim began with a self deprecating smile. "But we would not have done so were it not important."
"My sister and I were investigating a bandit camp at the foot of Kelvin's Cairn and we discovered something that may be of grave concern to you personally."
He unfurled the note and passed it across, casting a sidelong glance at the door guards. Until the Speaker vouched for them, he trusted no one save his sister. Morgrim waited while Duvessa looked the missive over.
The Speaker waves off Morgrim's concerns, takes the proffered parchment, and briefly examines it in the glow of light spilling out from her open doorway.
quote:
"Perhaps, if you'd like, we can come inside and fill you in on the story in its fullness?"
A few moments later she lifts her eyes to regard each of the dwarves, and responds in an even tone.
"Yes. Please. Come inside." She then gestures to her guards to allow each to pass and pulls the door open wider, bidding each to enter the entrance parlor.
Once both have accepted her offer of hospitality, and brief introductions are completed, the Speaker motions for each to have a seat on a nearby bench. She then situates herself in a large padded chair near an open hearth, a log of pine glowing bright in its recesses.
Returning to matters at hand,
"You came in on the caravan from Luskan, yes?" she asks, guessing the answer to her own question. The caravan's arrival had been big news in Bryn Shander and its crew did not escape the notice of even the Speaker herself.
Once her guess is confirmed, Duvessa continues,
"If what you showed me is true, well, that bodes ill." She seems at a loss on how to mentally process the message.
"Who else has seen this?" she asks, leaning forward.