Presented somewhat sheepishly in person: a high-quality sewing kit from Orzammar in an organised case (fine dwarven crafts, care of co-conspirator Wysteria de Foncé). A wooden puzzle box by a Nevarran artisan, about eight inches by five inches, requiring nine steps to unlock the secret compartment. (For enrichment.) Once she gets it open: it contains two folded pieces of paper in his own hand, extremely slowly and patiently done; it took him a very long time to write it legibly enough. The first, a stanza of what he could recall of some very sentimental love poetry, credited to a particular Earth poet, for no one’s eyes but hers. The second: an I.O.U. promising: Cash this in and I’ll step away from work for an entire day, no questions asked.