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The sprawling fields surrounding Castle Town glistened as dew soaked blades of grass were hit by the light of the morning sun. Despite the massive growth of Castle Town, it managed to maintain a massive stretch of field land between it and the Lost forest to the south east. Most of these lands were used extensively by the massive enterprise that was the Lon Lon Ranch. A once small family owned ranch, it had since grown to be more than just a mom-and-pop run ranch, a now large and powerful company, exclusively responsible for providing the prestigious Hyrluian Knights. Ranchers could be spotted leading small groups of animals here and there, while travelers, traders and caravans alike plodded along the paved cobble road. 

One such caravan was a small one, some 5 carts long, some large wooden carts with sheets of canvas pulled over it to form spacious canopies, others just wide square carts laden with wrapped packages. Each cart sported the image of a red feathery wing on it, and was pulled by some combination of mules, horses, or ordon goats. Surrounding the caravan were a small contingent of men and women of different races. Some of them, proudly bore the red wings of the Red Pinions, others bore no insignia and were mercenaries, each carried a spear or a sword, or some other form of armament, and formed a small force of guards for this particular caravan. Numbering around a dozen guards, this was fairly normal; while violence was uncommon this close to the heart-lands, the stretch of land between Castle Town and the port cities along the southern coast had its fair number of brigands and bandits hiding out in the small woods and forests off the road, waiting for an unfortunate enough group without enough swords to defend themselves. 

Lounging on top of one of the Caravan carts was the white haired form of Quill- just one of the dozens of Rito under the employ of the Red Pinions, though only one of four in this caravan. The other rito for this caravan consisted of the Eld, the caravan leader, Sett, a journeyman-courier like himself, and Syd and Lyd, a pair of twin junior-couriers that had only recently joined the company a few weeks ago. Stretching in the early morning light, Quill sprawled out on the top of the caravan cart, looking over to the side at a small group of ranchers herding a group of horses. He stuck his finger out and pointed up a thumb, simulating the pulling of a bow with his other hand. Using his finger to lead one of the riders, he let go of his imaginary bowstring and watched an imaginary arrow sail into his target, making a clicking sound with his mouth as he did.

[color=moccasin]"Hey, Quill!"[/color] grumbled the deep, gravelly voice belonging to Eld, their aging caravan leader, [color=moccasin]"If you have so much time to lounge around, why don't you go do some more scouting, huh?"[/color] This elicited some chuckles from the caravan guards walking around on foot. 

[color=lightblue]"Sett already took Lyd out to do some scouting,"[/color] Quill replied casually, [color=lightblue]"Besides, there's not much to scout- you can see for miles across this field, even with the hills, you could easily spot any group large enough to threaten us from up here."[/color]

[color=moccasin]"Urk, well then how about you head into Castle Town first?"[/color] Eld replied, as a package flew up in the air and landed with a heavy thud on Quill's stomach, causing him to recoil as the weight knocked the wind out of his gut- eliciting a round of chuckles from the caravan guards all around. [color=moccasin]"That package is going to some puffed up aristocrat in Castle Town. They offered a bonus if we managed to get it there early. As per usual, don't open the package, if by any chance it is opened, don't read or examine the contents, you know how the whole shpeel works."[/color]

[color=lightblue]"I guess that means I can take the rest of the day off too?"[/color] Quill replied as he placed the parcel in his messenger bag. The package was heavier than he thought it would be, especially given its size. Standing up on top of the caravan cart for a moment, he rolled his shoulders and took a quick stretch.

Leaping off the edge of the caravan cart, his arms quickly formed into wings, and his feet sprouted talons as he took off towards Castle Town with a few mighty beats of his wings. Easily gliding over the rolling Hyrule Fields, Quill spot a pair of flying dots in the distance, what he assumed were Sett and Lyd, due to their proximity to each other and size. They were likely heading back to the caravan as he was heading towards city. From his literal bird's eye view, he could see the inhabitants of the city already going about their business, the tiny figures crowding around plazas and bazars, the glitter of the guard armor as they patrolled the streets, and the illicit dealings of gangers in the alleys.

As Quill flew over the front gate, he noticed the guards look up, but make no effort to stop him- they rarely did. While they were certainly supposed to stop everyone who tried to enter the city, they had long since given up on trying to stop Rito from entering the city. Almost all of the rito in Castle Town were under the employ of one of the courier services anyway, and Rito were generally calm enough that conflict rarely if ever broke out with them. 

Landing in a clearing in the central plaza- a roof of one of the market buildings in one of the busiest parts of town, Quil climbed down and consulted a town map. The package he was given was addressed to a building in the marketplace, he just had to find it first.