Maybe someday Micolash can go into greater detail what the politics of his former homeland was like and where his status was in the midst of it. Some perspective would probably arise for how he became, well. Like he is.

When asked about the folding, the scholar's hands flutter in excitement before he grasps one hand around the fingers of the other to keep them still. "Oh, no particular way! Just make sure you tuck it away full in the envelope. Then seal it with the wax so it stays that way until next year."