Servants? The only presence other the house owner was the ubiquitous black horse, Mr. Galloper, quietly browsing upon Odyleon Q. Meiers' garden, which surrounded Villa Meiers with its... well, calling it a real garden was an overstatement, just like calling the house a villa. But no-one ever said Ody's judgment mirrored that of the average Allerian.
And so it was that our hero accepted the letter, opened the seal, and without too much pondering read through it, the color of his pale skin reddening proportionally to the amount of nonsense he was reading. Ody might not have been the wisest of men, but he certainly didn't lack intelligence, even if he didn't always use it in the most straightforward of ways.
Gyp! He was being gypped by the very company he had risked his life to help! Of course, living away from Demios, they believed he would have no way to check whether these claims had some shade of truth to them. Maybe it
was true, but Ody still bore the scars of his last descent into the mines on his body, and this was plain bureaucratic stupidity.
The messenger, of course, probably knew nothing of the whole business, and the Human didn't feel like accusing a Lutran. Who knows, the furry biped might have slapped him with a fish or something. No, Ody said nothing to him and made his best poker face, clutching the heretical writing in his left, dominant hand.
"Thank you, and be careful on the way back to Demios" he merely said.
But after he left, he stepped out of the threshold, treading on the wild weeds he had not yet bothered to extirpate, he called out his partner and companion.
"Mr. Galloper! When is the next ferry to Demios?" The equine lifted his head from his meal for one moment, shook his head, and resumed his rumination.
There would be consequences, for there is no worse guy than a good guy in a bad mood.
OOC: The figures are correct. 
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