"She sent treats for my rats, which, was suspicious after the LAST time, y'know? I thought they'd be poisoned, so I tried a couple myself to be sure - I been through the worst karkin' shit someone can throw at their body, what're a couple pellets dosed for rats gonna do to me, nevahmind someone my size and not as big as my hand? Shit, that's what. Literal shit. They were laxatives. I didn't figure this out because I was stuck to the crapper, I figured this out when nothing happened to me and I gave them to the fluffballs. I've been cleaning liquid rat shit off my floor for eight hours straight, and that's WHILE giving the goddamn rats IVs just so they don't shit themselves to death.

On the upside, Lucine's gonna find herself treated to a REALLY nice "mud" mask on that upcoming spa trip she thinks she's gotten past me. Bitch likes to think he little webs of surveillance and all her little snitches seeded around Estle and Ol'Val are so great, she doesn't know who she's playing with. I've had my ass parked on a literal magic frakking throne for the last six months, yeah, goodluck, Pigtails might not have exploited any of this sketchy-ass clan's shit but I sure as hell will. Happy day relaxin' in the bubbles, pretty-eyes. When you get done with your mask, be sure to thank the nice people I've paid to lick those cucumber slices. Their medical bills are h-hiiigh. Just wish I could see Koliss' expression when he finds genital herpes on your *face."*

In his chamber, Yorzhul finds a box. It is wooden and rectangular with a hinged lid, and a brass fitting. On top of the wooden lid is a small white envelope. It is signed "To my darling prince, with this gift I can protect you, and you can protect me. With love," a small question mark is left at the end. The letter smells strange, possibly lilac and gooseberries?

He opens the fitting and lifts the lid. Inside, wrapped in a high quality red velvet, is a large dark-steel spiked mace. The spikes and ribbed edges are polished clean, and the handle is wrapped in black leather with a ring at the pommel. A tear builds from Yorzhul's eye, as he carefully lifts his, newest and prized possession.

"Rror'wrrargh!" He wails in a passionate declaration of love. Now, he has to find his princess.

Mauro Wynter once received a box of chocolates and a dozen flowers. However, they were laced with poison and took him out of commission for a full month.

Rhylance was sent a book titled "1001 rules for etiquette and social grace in the galaxy" to help with his potential dating life.

A exploding bag of gummy hearts with lots of glitter. The card inside simply had a heart that said "Guess who".

A sharp double edged dagger, with a carved and inlaid talon handle, in a dark wood velvet lined box.

He lifted the box, shaking it incertainly. The note attached had been unsigned, save for a solitary heart. Perhaps this had been a gift from Tasha'Vel? It was unlike her to be so oddly obtuse, though. He pulled at the ribbons before pulling at the top of the box. The charred smell of protein was the first thing he noticed as the top came free. Recoiling some, he looked into the container.
Inside was the corpse of a womp rat. The creature had been shot by a blaster. His mind reeled as he tried to make sense of this. He spotted a sheet of flimsiplast tucked below the deceased creature. Reaching down, he pushed the beast aside to withdraw what appeared to be another note.
"Watch your back. The galaxy is a dangerous place for your kind."
Who could have sent this, he wondered. Turning the flimsiplast around he spotted another heart on the back. He dropped the note to his desk with a shake of his head.
Moving the corpse around, Bentre could find no other note.
It appeared that perhaps there were more threats than the Collective out there for the Sadowan.