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Jonathan
He bows deeply as the ladies leave hastily, so that the expression on his face is inscrutable. When they are finally gone, he strokes his chin thoughtfully, before crossing over to the table.
Picking up a quill, he dips it in the intricately carved bottle of ink and proceeds to scribble on it, his handwriting still remarkably refined despite the deft strokes.
Suddenly emitting a whistle, he patiently awaits the carrier which flutters in, hopping daintily on the table.
Before long, it has flown off, bearing important news to his intended recipient...
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