Mayt had gone home and passed out, but he came back to the guild early-ish the next day, wearing a long grey coat and long sleeved shirts underneath. Looking carefully, one may also see a new dagger on his side under his coat. Seems he went shopping the previous day before heading to sleep. He seems a little worried about something, contantly glancing around and biting his lip. 

Ordering a non-alcoholic drink and sitting down at a table. Mayt would've leaned back, thinking for a bit. It's almost as if someone offered him a choice and he's deciding. He pulls out what looks to be a letter from his pocket. It's about three pages long, and he begins to read it. The paper, from a distance, looks to be normal, and the hand-written scripture on it is more along the lines of calligraphy than writing. When Sasha comes it it seems he's getting more and more anxious over the letter, fidgeting with his hands and with the hilt of his sword. He slides he second page under the third as he starts to finish the letter. His breathing accelerating some as well, and beads of sweat forming.