"It very well might have been, given what we've seen in the past. Even with things as innocuous and beneficial as the gifts. They are left for us, specifically, though we've never once seen the courier," Ned replies, eyes falling back to the envelope. They trace the outline of the flame with some more consideration. There is something deeply unsettling about it, about the insinuation of flame as a sigil. It can warm and keep living things alive, but it can just as easily take life away and leave nothing in its tracks.

"Might you tell me what it asked of you? You needn't if you'd rather not, of course."