[h1][color=royalblue]Baldwin[/color][/h1]
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[indent][b][i]November 18, 5:52 PM
Markets[/i][/b][/indent]
Through his buttoned shirt, Baldwin scratched at his chest autonomously as he walked. Stopping a habit itch was a thing of willpower, and whilst his will was strong in places, indulgence was not one of them. He looked down at himself as he wrenched his hand away. He looked rather scruffy at the moment, hardly befitting of a Hand. He could only sigh and push his eyeglasses up in an attempt to save face and look intellectual as he pushed through the crowds of fellow Nonhumans to peruse the stalls of the market. Maybe he could find some nicer clothing to replace these spattered rags.

Looking around at his fellow Nonhumans, it slightly disgusted him that he could hold a human shape so convincingly. around him all shapes and sizes bustled and frolicked, and here he stood, a facsimile of a human. He puzzled over Kantus' words to him, of his game and what he was doing. Truthfully, he didn't have an answer a short while ago just as he didn't now. Maybe a matter for another time. 

He tore himself away from his musing to peruse a stall filled with various articles of clothing. His browsing was interrupted by the stall owner gasping and reaching out to him. The voice was slightly stuttered and had a chirpy tone to it.

"A-an honor it is, to have a Hand b-browsing my wares! Please, sir, b-buy whatever you wish! No stock is off-limits!"

Baldwin's eyebrow raised of its own accord as he looked up, smile curling into his cheek. The stall owner was a strange mix of avian and serpent, eyes like honey and a crest of colorful feathers atop its head. He tried hard, and with his practiced eye, he discerned the merchant was a female. He took the clawed, scaled hand with an air of grace.

[color=royalblue]"You truly are too lovely, ma'am. Do you treat all Hands with such kindness, or is it just I who receives the honor?"[/color]

The cockatrice woman, as he had also discerned, giggled as she hunched her shoulders and tottered from one foot to the other. Like putty. For his words and manner to manipulate.

Maybe the game [i]did[/i] have a reason. Fun.
[hr][h1][color=olivedrab]Knox[/color][/h1]
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[indent][b][i]November 18, 5:32 PM
Overlook[/i][/b][/indent]
Knox's wing joints were beginning to ache from all the furious fluttering he had been doing, but it was well worth it as his day of deliveries drew to a close. Sure, he was far behind at this point, but delays were only a problem if the package never got there.

Right?

Knox took another gaze down at the instruction sheet he had been given. A crude drawing of two jagged outcrops of rock with an arrow pointing between them. The word 'HERE' was crudely scribbled over the arrow. Some of these directions from the customers were really obscure, he could see at least 13 different places that this could be referencing as he flew over, and that was just from the air!

He wiped at one of his compound eyes nervously, beginning to chitter to himself. If he didn't find this drop-off point quickly, who knows what the ramifications could be? Air whistled past his spiracles and over his carapace as he swooped low and came to a slow glide.

Ah.

Two large upheavals of stone identical to those on the instructions stood just below him as he reached into his bag for the parcel. It was squishy, felt as if someone were shipping wet paper. Compressible and yielding when he pressed his talon-like fingers into it gently. He shrugged as he bent his knees to land on the ground and place the package down. Hopefully whoever ordered it checked for it soon. Who knows what could be in there.

Oh well. Time to check in at the Delivery Service.