They let the bird in and only seconds later a man with black hair and very dark eyes stood in front of them. He theatrically let a black feather fall to the ground.
“Good day to you, my friends. I am Angelo. … The mercury and mascot of the Black Raven. Kind of fitting because of the raven, you know.”
They didn’t know if he expected them to laugh or if this wasn’t meant funny; since he didn’t even smile, they preferred to stay serious. Angelo sighed.
“Anyway. Since we don’t accept what you wrote we will declare war on your little group. This is our declaration.” He held the letter up in the air. Everyone was shocked and looked at him in despair. “My, my, you don’t have ANY sense of humour, do you?! This was a joke. Obviously. Here’s what you wanted.”
Stella took the piece of paper in her hands and saw that their agreement had been signed.