Hermes thought the summons would be different than it was. He walked calmly forward when he got to the office, ready to serve his Master in whatever way possible. He took the sheet of paper, face blanching as he looked down at it.
Throat suddenly dry, the young fae swallowed hard. "Speak, Master," he said quietly. "I speak five languages." He could feel shame rising up in him, coloring his cheeks and sitting thick like bile in his throat. "I can't... I read none. I'm sorry. If you could read it aloud I could tell you what it says but..." He gestured helplessly with the paper.