Returning to Isawda's chambers in the enclave, Ithawda encounters her mate & brightens at his appearance. His presence chases away her dark thoughts but brings others and her brow creases in a frown at the thought of troubles that could affect him. And she so wants to protect him from the darkness she sees in others. He is such a good, clean soul. She would defend him with her last breath. She rushes to him, embracing him fully, trying to make him one with her. He makes her smile without doing anything.
But she must make contact with the others. Breaking her embrace with him, she moves to the writing desk and begins penning several missives to various people.
When she is done and each is sealed, she approaches Isawda. "Have you recieved any letters or invites to meet with a fellow Biata at the Bootleggers Rest?'
Waiting for his answer she moves to the door and looks down the hall for the posted floor messenger. Catching his attention from Isawda's room, she motions him over. Looking on any people whom aren't Biata brings out a certain arrogance in Ithawda. Asuming a superior stance she holds out the letter to the page, "Please see that these reach the appropriate people. Here is a silver for each letter. Please see that master Vegar, the tall dark elf, receives all 6 letters." She hands over 6 of her precious silver that she has managed to reaquire through deligence. (Why did she have to be so impulsive and blow that last gamble with Mobeus? But it was so much fun. It'll come again or he'll pay her back somehow.)