[Somono]

Sighing at the parchment after reading it a few more times over to memorize it, he'd run his fingertips along each individual letter, tracing each and every stroke of the pen, the quill, the ink... he'd try to imagine how much time she took to write to him, or what she'd truly been thinking whenever she did so. For the most part he was clearly given a choice-- he wasn't being forced to come, nor did she seem to mind if he didn't go. Instead of trying to make him go under her bidding as the clan head, she'd decided that it'd be better to give him the option of returning to the estate, which he'd clearly have to go see at some point in time anyway. Folding the paper back up and sliding it into his pocket, he'd reach briefly into his robes and pull away a pen and piece of parchment.

It'd be then he'd write a reply of sorts-- he wouldn't be able to leave right away, but it'd be good to at least let her know of his response beforehand. Jotting down his approval and how long he thought it'd take him to reach the estate if he took his time, he'd hold out the paper in the direction of the deliverer, taking another sip of his beer. "Was this all you were sent here to do then, or do you have some other purpose?" he'd question, slowly rising to a stand as he'd roll his shoulders back. He has no specific reason to want to leave yet, but if he's to go on a journey he does have to prepare, no?