"Here’s the letter Silvius sent me. If you can’t recognize his hand, I’ll see if someone else here can verify it for you. He obviously knew something was wrong before he disappeared, so maybe you should quit hammer-measuring with me and just take what help you can get? Or have you got an army stashed in your belt that lets you afford to be picky?”
"Why don't we discuss this with a drink? You must be weary after your travels."
“See, that’s how you defuse a situation. Lead the way, sir.
Cyrus seemed to calm down, though it was hard to tell what he felt under his armor.
"Drinks would be fine, Crestwell." He said, beginning to turn away before he looked back at her and commented "You might want to give that to him as well: he's one of the few people here that can actually read."