Spencer was attempting to get his thoughts in order, attempting to make sense of the sights his eyes were being assaulted with. He never imagined he would ever find himself in such a fantastical place, a man with a squid for a face?! This though triggered something deeper with in him, it had been a while since he had eaten a good meal and he was always been partial to calamari, he turned to see if he could find 'squid face' again.....

The little voice made him jump …. he cast his blue eyes onto the form of the girl, appraising her worth and value. He made his conclusion quickly. Seeing this level of poverty inflicted on a child always made him feel awkward and in turn, made his response more terse then he intended it to be.

“Well?” Said Spencer sharply. 

Spencer took the letter from the girl being careful not to touch her hand, there are some terrible skin diseases out there you know …. Holding the letter by its least fouled corner Spencer made his way to a some tables and chairs belonging to a nearby café and placed the letter on a handkerchief he had removed from his pocket. Spencer did not wish to appear to keen to read the letter, any observers working for this 'Singing Mandrake' would surely report this back and he didn't want this person knowing they could influence him so with a meagre letter.

He pushed the letter to the edge of the table and beckoned the girl over to the table. 

“Please, sit. Let me get you a drink to thank you for delivering such an important letter to me” this was not much offered as a request, more as a direction to join him ...