Radsvid looked out over the sea. His telescope, golden plated with diamond lenses, sat next to him. He peered through it to observe a falling star, going through the sky with trails of blue. "Quizzical", he remarked "That is a rather blue star falling from the Astral realm." Radsvid checked the recent correspondence brought to him, it read "Nova Fenada poorly defended by the now homeless Astrali." This was funny, almost hilarious to Radsvid "Funny that the Blue Astralis falls with this blue star." Radsvid propped his Baby Seal Leather topped with Bison Fur boots on his Rainforest Mahogany inlay-ed with Gold Leaf table that was studded with Rubies and White Opals, sitting back in his Ostrich feather padded felt covered teak armchair "A good day then, trade can resume, and the Hansa will grow in strength even further. Coin must be stacked and now it shall be, let the goods flow freely and the roads bustle with activity. Rest in peace you filthy raiders"
Radsvid broke out his Squid harvested ink for his Bald Eagle feather quill, along with a piece of Parchment made from the finest pines of Norway, and wrote: "Dearest Comrade Finnian, Congrats on the victory, may the trade flow freely, I shall return and may the faction be that much stronger!"
He placed the Parchment into his Manleather envelope and sealed it with wax from a now extinct genus of bees, attached it to his finest Falcon and sent it to Finnian. God Speed!
