Internally, she bristled with the immediate realization that her conversational partner was something less than willing. It didn't show on the messenger's face, though she strained a bit to keep her smile. "Well, I'm Feril Tatchet," The least she could do was remember her manners. She rummaged through the insides of her jacket for a moment, producing a small box and an affixed letter sealed with the blue roundel of the Arcarti state military. What Feril didn't know or notice and what a more cautious observer might was that the state used paper seals and their own messengers. "I was hoping a knight such as yourself would be able to show me where the postmaster in this palace is. I would just deliver this directly but there's no name on it, and he's got the ledger..." She'd of course tried the man's residence, but there was clearly a celebration going on and she figured, as her attention began to slowly drift away from Payton and over to the crowd flocking from the stands to the castle proper, either possible destination was currently at the party.