Now that I've finished reading it, I was about to burn it when I noticed another paper on the envelope, curious I pulled it out.
Here's a piece of echoescript book. Regular people like you probably don't know what this is.
I rolled my eyes in annoyance. I can even buy a whole book if I wanted to. Simply put, once you write something on this paper, the same book where you ripped the paper shall reflect on it.
"Anyways, just write what happened here and I can read it without ever writing you a mail again. Don't burn it or wet it. You can't afford to buy even a sheet of paper of this magic item."
This rich spoiled brat! I huffed in annoyance, staring at the fancy paper. Of course he'd send something like this—expensive, magical, and totally overkill. But fine, if it meant I could tell my side without mailing back and forth, maybe it wasn't the worst idea.
