"It's been some time," Marcel said as he began to fill the plate before him with small morsels of boar, roast vegetables, and slender slices of fruit pies. "One of the last times I spoke with her, she asked me to arrange for letters to be delivered to the two of you and a few other acquaintances in Blackwell City," he said, taking a delicate bite of the rich, slightly nutty tasting boar and chewing slowly to savor it's slightly springy texture while his mouth filled savory juices that carried the faintest hint of fresh herbs.
"Tell me, esteemed masters," Marcel said, smiling in genuine appreciation of the cook's work with the boar. "Did the letters I arranged arrive safely? It's rare, but there have been occasions where my curriers fail to reach their destination."