"No, the incoming parcels ledger is in Tona. The letter didn't even have a name on it, I wanted to see if the postmaster here had received any notice on it. There was a stipend handed in with the letter for swift delivery, and the only instructions on record, which is the part that I'm given, were to make sure the package made it to Mullen in time for the coronation." She hated to give that answer, but it was the only truth. No doubt, without a receipt they'd be a little frustrated but that was where she had been trying to deliver a cryptic letter. Her only hope had been the postmaster how simply seemed to not exist at this point. She sighed as Thomas issued his next order, and stood up to comply. She emptied the pockets on her lightly colored pants, two horse biscuits and a handful of coins that she left on the floor in exchange for her jacket, which she ran through the pockets one at a time. Nothing but gritty traces of black-red powder in one pocket. The jacket returned to the ground, and she pulled off her boots one at a time, wobbling as she kept balance. Both were empty. Feril stood by frowning and waiting to hear where exactly this new line of thought was going.

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Things were slowing to a simmer, finally. A quick walk back to his study had left him some time to ponder, even more, what was next. Most of all, he needed to find Thomas at some point and get a handle on what exactly the Order was doing in all of this mess. It would have looked out of character to anyone who knew him but he even indulged himself in some petulance. This was supposed to be his work, and then everything simply went wrong. Perhaps... the best course of action was to simply keep going as if nothing had happened. He returned to the great hall, finding that lunch had began for the day. The Lyoki congregation had found the new arrival and Gareth had returned. With a smile, he strode forward towards the youth, figuring he'd meet with the loner first. "Mister Harker," the regent called out, wondering if he'd even be remembered from the brief meeting they had. Holding the reins on the guard meant hearing and knowing far too much and even he sometimes got his information lines crossed. "Might I bother you a moment?"