Ordinarily, she would have demanded identification, but Tatchet was happy enough to see that she'd found somebody sort of like the person she was looking for. An armor clad post clerk was an oddity, but you didn't see many woman knights either so she supposed her guessing had been far off before too. The country had been strange to begin with. Rationale or the authoritative aura of the other woman, Feril had had enough for the day, and decided to relinquish the parcel. "... Thank you for your help," she said, feeling something close to uncertainty. She placed the letter atop the small box and handed them off into Payton's outstretched hand, looking disdainfully at her own fingers after the fact. A red smudge had spread across the fingertips, presumably from the bottom of the box. "Good luck with that, I get the strange feeling it just cost me my jacket." Feril said, now set on spending the rest of the night celebrating whatever this town was in high spirits over. Whatever had just occurred, she was going to be quick in putting it out of her mind. The sender had stated old business between friends, which usually meant it'd be fine if it got lost along the way. It was probably just a prank anyway, soaking like that.