The guild member she finds waiting at a desk near the front, looks up from their work. "A missive? Yeah. Prices did go up with everything going on. So it's a gold per missive."

They look back down at their work, as if expecting her to leave now. 

Zukar clears his throat. The guild member looks up without lifting their face. They look from Zukar to Vesta and then raise their head again. 

"You still wanna send them?"

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