Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28144855-20180510173057/@comment-27550231-20180513160949

When the doors are opened to allow the newcomers in a small envelope Flys into the room, it's small and neutral colors helping it blend in with the enviroment. The small letter stays stuck in the corner of the ceiling waiting for the group, it's colors changing to match that of the walls around it.

But one thing remained untouched, the one burgundy wax seal that bore a wax sigil. It bore the sigil of a Quetzal in flight, its long tsil feathers coming to a full circle around the emblem of Lescaite. So few have ever seen this sigil outside of the order but the ones who have would know it as the mark of the one they knew as Praetor.