[Ah yes, the Imperial Mail, a topic of great import. Palamedes could chatter on at length about The Mail and perhaps how to make it better, but maybe another time. He gives Viktor a thin, grim smile - yes, heinous is one word for it - and then... god, but it was long ago, hm-]

We're physically separated in the Nine Houses, but we can't stay out of each other's business. I was a child, and so— if I recall, I heard about the Seventh's thing about necromancers, and I wanted to know more on a whim.

[at least until somebody josses this with additional canon info]

I sent the first letter, which I'm sure comes as a total surprise.

[Haha, For Sure. As for weapons, he graciously doesn't point out that strapping something to his hand is just about the same as carrying, and instead raises an eyebrow at the concept of weaponized limbs. He's not unfamiliar with the idea, not since meeting enough colorful quasi-mechanical people around here, but - yikes.

He sits back with a sigh, so very put upon.]

And here I was going to pencil it in. I'd have lost the non-dominant one, of course, to capitalize on note-taking during the process. [A beat.] What kind of things could attach to the arm?

[The point that he could use an actual offensive weapon in his non-existent arsenal is real and good, truly. That said, almost all of his consideration of this idea is to please Viktor, ahem...]