[b]Rurik![/b]

"Well, my word," said the Seneschal. "That all sounds very dramatic, and suspiciously nonspecific, but as you might have been made aware tonight's Heron was actually the Dark Dragon in disguise and she threw a sword through me, so I am rather out of sorts. I have quite mislaid the real one amidst all the conclusion, but if you would like -" 

It wasn't easy, pulling and unfurling a scroll and peacock quill from your pockets and setting into a standing-writing position, all in a single movement. The first few dozen times he'd tried it he'd torn the scroll, and then he'd fumbled the quill, and then he'd spent at least forty five attempts before he'd stopped drenching himself in ink[1], and not to mention all of his *other* maneuvers that got thrown off by a giant peacock feather being perpetually up his sleeve -

[1] His brother had suggested cutting the cool wrist-flick where he uncorked the ink bottle as part of the move, but there was a reason why [i]he [/i]had not made the cut as the Princess' Seneschal.

"- I can take a letter!"