The Banter never Ends!

Favian looked up from the pile of papers he was holding and addressed Marfy with a request. "Marfy, could you do me a favour and send a message to Zadkiel?" he asked, his tone gentle yet filled with purpose.

Marfy, who had been engrossed in a book, immediately set it aside and approached Favian's table. "Of course, Master," she replied, her readiness evident in her swift response.

Favian handed her a substantial stack of papers and a brown envelope. "Could you please send these papers to his address? Or if you can, drop them off at his place in person. Just make sure to inform the guards that it's from me; otherwise, they might not allow you in," he suggested, his voice carrying a soft and considerate tone.

Marfy nodded in acknowledgement, taking the stack of papers and the envelope from Favian. "I'll ensure it reaches him, Master. Don't worry, I'll follow your instructions carefully," she assured him with a respectful tone.