Day 75,048
Dearest Pomp
It warms my heart that you would think of me, my friend. The living inkstones from the world you plan to visit are difficult to come by for those of us born mortal. Officials tend to doubt our ability to properly care for such delicate things. Odd, considering that we are all destined, one way or another, to shed our mortality.
In any case, Polonius recently set out to find something in the Outer Darkness. As you are no doubt aware, that cursed place falls well outside the jurisdiction of the bureaucracy, so any correspondence is likely being held in el-Mudir awaiting his return. Though I have been known to travel to dangerous corners of the local multiverse, I am not quite confident enough in my ability to navigate that particular realm, so I will not be able to get your letters to him. I am sure, however, that he will respond to you as soon as possible.
Kindest regards,
Linnaeus von Roslin