[h1][color=olivedrab]Knox[/color][/h1]
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[indent][b][i]November 18, 8:12 PM
West Commons[/i][/b][/indent]
Knox's steps were careful along the cold cobblestones, the street was nearly empty as he strolled down the sidewalk. His bright red eyes darted nervously between the ground, the street ahead and the package in his arms. His wings lay limp wrapped around his shoulders like old cloth, lightly swaying in the wind. Not quite to colorful and vibrant as before, more as if he were wearing a robe. No flying right now after all, he couldn't under orders from Mr. Franzetti. All that either of them knew about this package was that it was instructed as being very valuable and fragile, so extra care was to be taken with it.

In his ruined boots, he hopped from footpath to dirt path, just as the directions told him to. He looked up from the piece of paper tacked on to the parcel to gaze up at the house upon the hill. It was rather ominous up there, it almost made him not want to go up and make the delivery, but if it needed to be done at this time of night, then he would need to buck up and do his job. Like a good worker. Like a dependable worker. The package was heavy and solid, and it was beginning to tire his arms out.

Soon enough Knox had reached the front door of the ominous house. He straightened his uniform, adjusted his hat and knocked on the door.