This letter doesnt seems like to be..yet another report regarding certain individual, sir.
Really? Let me see it then.
Hobart opens letter and slowely read few short and clear sentences.
Quote: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 knew that, with certain rank, comes certain things. In this case, such invitation could hardly be rejected by an Admiral. It would just create much unwanted mess and fuss among cloud people.
It will be dull, of course. Lots of fancy people, with no real profession, leeches, as Hobart called them.
Alright John. Please call my wife, and tell her to find some nice dinner dress for tomorrow night. We...are.. going out.
Out sir? Your wife will be probably very happy. I mean, sir, with all that work that you do, you hardly have...
Call my wife, John, thank you.
I am crazy. I really am. I hate those kind of things. People will know that I dont really belong there. All those, fake smiles, fake laughs, fake moves.
There was so much of misunderstanding between some of my lads and Countess Tarrant, that my non appearance could cause only more mess, and headache. Hm. This could be actually good chance to clear some things.
Sir. I informed your wife. She was not...
Good, please send answer on this letter, we will be there. James Hobart, and my wife, Kimao Tatsuki. That would be all John.