Lassim held the communication disc lightly in his hand, its surface glowing faintly as the familiar names appeared in his contact list. His quill rested in the special inkwell on the edge of the desk, forgotten for the moment as his thoughts turned to how he'd approach his two mentors with the request.
"I just hope they'll agree without too much convincing. I've no idea how often they leave their workshop, so… I guess we'll find out, right Mari and Zaphy?" he said aloud to him and his companions, adjusting his posture to sit straighter before he began typing the messages.
He tapped the disc, his fingers brushing across its surface as he wrote:
Lassim: Masters, I hope this message finds you both in good health and that you're keeping busy. I wonder if you've made significant progress or not with additional Spirit Mystic stage constructs? Did the first one's reception go well? It's been six months, so I hope it's been without too much trouble.