[center][color=#008b8b][h2]Fionn MacKerracher[/h2][/color][/center]
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Now it was Fionn's turn to look confused. Serenity had pointed Gerard at [i]him[/i] to help with writing a letter? If Serenity was encouraging Gerard to write in the first place, he'd have first assumed it would've been to personages noble or important enough that [i]she'd[/i] rather be the one that help write it. She knew the right way to phrase it all, after all, and—Gods and Goddesses watch over his soul—she was often more [i]genuine[/i] than Renar with such things.

Even the friendliest letter in the world from the latter might still be best treated as a threat, warning, business contract, or all three at once.

[color=#008b8b]"Aye, I suppose I can,"[/color] he replied at last, a dubious shift to his normal rhythm and intonation. Given that it was entrusted to him to watch over, likely it wasn't any of what he'd first imagined—but Gerard should be more than capable of writing a letter back home without any aid. [color=#008b8b]"By your leave, captain. I doubt he wants to talk over any private letters with you and Steffen right here to listen in."[/color]