Walking back down to his house, Austin muttered looking through the mail, a few bills here and there. But what really stood out was the invitation that he received. He opened it and began to read.
To Celebrate the belated 18th Birthday of Her Ladyship Countess Lafiel Tarrant
His Lordship the Marquis of Araluen Sebastian Tarrant
Requests the pleasure of your company at a reception for his daughter
on Saturday 23rd January 818A.S at Araluen Manor Cambridge
At your convenience you may bring your family and an additional friend but this is only extended to members of the nobility of the admiralty and the government.
RSVP by the 19th details are enclosed. Please present this invitation upon arrival.
He shook his head and grumbled, "I hate nobles."
Opening the door to his house on Cambridge, he went inside and sat the mail down, picking up the invitation and ripping it cleanly in half. "Such a waste sending this here."