Aulfr sat back down in his chair. Facing the re-entering Aleksandra, he clasped his hands together and sat them on his lap, awaiting her report. He listened attentively enough; his focus was more on her, as she gave her report, and how she seemed about it. He didn't let anything surprise or please him; he kept calm and focused, just as she did. 

And he took the papers from her, flipping through them as she continued. He paused on one; a letter from someone in Ardany. After quickly skimming through it, he decided that if Aleksandra already knew about it, then so be it. But in case that she didn't look through them, he wouldn't be in any hurry to alert her.

So he slipped the said letter under the stack, and continued to skim them. Absently taking the card from her, he glanced at it before letting it drop on the table.

Finally, he tossed the documents and papers next to card, and eyed her, curiously, as if he hadn't just socked her in the nose, or been in a rage, in less than four hours beforehand. 

"Next time you decide I've done you injustice, review your social standing. And good job with your hunt- lots of information I can use, here. Feasts are picking up again; the Jarls have been coming back in from all over. Expect another one that you'll be attending in about three days. After it, you'll be heading after someone else."

He gave her a smile, and picked up his mastercrafted sword, where it lay on the table from the last night. Drawing it from the scabbard, he went back to sharpening the edge, dismissing or ignoring her.