Opening it, he sees a fellow Sleeping Calamity member standing before him with an envelope in hand. “Hey Xerxes, sorry to bother you but you have mail.” Upon picking up the envelope, Xerxes immediately recognizes the design and handwriting. It was something from back home. Thanking his fellow comrade, he quickly closes the door and places the envelope on the table. It had been so long since he had seen or even spoken to his family. He wondered, just what was going on that they would message him. Looking at the time, Xerxes leaves the letter without opening it, promising to do so when he returns.
WC: 203
TWC: 203 / 1,000