The Velvet Key

[Ledah has his lance by his side as he speaks, a bit unsure.]

There was talk of offering lessons in combat to those who do not yet know how to defend themselves. I am trained in using a lance, and could provide instruction. I am - fairly strict, and I don't know if I'll be a very good teacher... but as a Grim Angel my ability is peerless, and the cause is worthy.

I'll try to be patient. My name is Ledah, and I can be reached by this number, or in room 504 at the hotel.

The assumption that the dead return after one week is incorrect. I was indisposed for nearly two weeks, with no sign as to why this was any different from other cases.

By the way, April, I am typing this from the hotel lobby. I suspected finding me at our door would be a worse shock.

-Ledah Rozwelli

[Video]

[This may be the most emotion anyone has seen out of Ledah. The hand that isn't holding his phone is clenched tightly, and his expression is distinctly a scowl.]

What can be forgiven for expediency? What can we ignore in order to gain allies against the Shadows?

On a related note. How would you suggest someone relieve stress?

[Action]

[Ledah still looks pissed off as he wanders around the city. He has purchased for this occasion a 'stress ball', which is seeing some serious wear and tear from how much he's been squeezing it. It really hasn't helped. He's considering complaining to the store owner.]

[He really doesn't look like he has any destination in mind; he's just walking to be walking. He's wearing his formal dress and not even noticing the occasional strange looks from passerby.]

[Bother him?]