Cecil eyed the big man with a side-long look. He wasn't sure exactly why he was reacting so strongly. Sometimes you try a thing. Sometimes it works. Sometimes you look like ass. Dropping shields and crumpling entrance papers wasn't going to solve anything.
Dramatic flair, however, solved almost everything.
With the air of a magician producing a very fine trick (which, in a way, he was), Cecil reached into his tunic and with a flip and a fluourish, the letter from the Overni's was in his hand and displayed prominently for all to see.