To sugarcoat your words

"Why has Brother Izaak called upon me so abruptly?" Magnus inquired, his eyes narrowing at the sight of his brother's perturbed countenance.

"Take a look at this," Izaak responded, extending a piece of paper towards him. "Quentin has done a pretty well job this time," he declared with a firm nod.

"The vampires who ambushed us that night indeed hail from Galdoria, just as you predicted," Magnus began, his voice heavy with concern. "But the mystery that remains is how they came into possession of such a document."

He paused, his gaze fixed on the text. "Rubin had an encounter with a vampire, but the identity of the vampire eludes me in his memories," Magnus confessed, a hint of frustration creeping into his tone.