Behold, a package left on in his chair. It is exactly that last thing she does before running down to the ferry slip to catch her boat and go capering off to Nevarra. Hopefully nothing terribly happens, or this will be a truly bitter Satinalia gift indeed.

This, as it just so happens to be beneath the plain paper wrapping, is a cushion meant for whatever chair is most convenient but ultimately sized for the one it has been left in. It's a pale color, more blue than grey, and features a simple embroidery pattern of flowers. They are not espcially botanically correct, but they are very sincere. The note says:

Seneschal—

Please take this opportunity while so many of us are away to sit down and put your feet up on the spare stool while I am away. Happy Satinalia!

Best Wishes,
Ms. W.A. Poppell

P.S. I've re-indexed all the reports from 9:42 using a more streamlined filing system, detailed in the attached twelve pages. Please let me know how you care for it.