"Come and try some!" Magistra Colle says, but Anvar shakes his head. "I need to see, um, Inric." "Bring him down too." And with that invitation, she turns back towards the kitchen as Anvar heads for the records room. "Uncle," Anvar says as the door closes behind him, and Invarioneth looks up from his work. "I took the report to the Wyrte. They're going to discuss it, but they did formally accept it." He pauses, then goes on, "And they gave me a letter to give to you." He holds out the letter, but Invarioneth seems oddly reluctant to take it.