"What do you mean?"
Vin put a hand in his pocket, finding the crumpled paper. The letter that Maxwell had sent to him.
In that letter, apart from the warm pleasantries, greetings and final farewell that Maxwell wrote, the young blue-haired noble also left a message that he deemed important. And he pleaded with Vin to deliver said message to…
"We have to go meet Guildmaster Gislow."
Spade stumbled backward, looking to find his footing. His frown remained perfectly still, but he still spoke calmly:
"Meet my father? For what reason? He's… unwell. I don't think he'd–"
"I bring a message from Maxwell."
And…
Vin's hand was still in his pocket, and he ruffled it, searching for that thing that Maxwell had sent to him along with the letter. The delivery crow had perfectly dropped them on his doorstep.
Vin wondered how Maxwell perfectly remembered his address. That was surprising.
…Vin brought out the thing. And showed it to Spade.
