[h3]Velta Burr[/h3]
[h3]Delucian District[/h3]
The courier in his blue uniform was already carrying a letter, no doubt one he was on his way to deliver as Velta stopped him. With only one letter to deliver she could be certain that her letter would reach castle Sauvage very soon.

As she reached out to grab the boy, the two guards who're stood lazily guarding the gate which seperates the Delucian and Residential districts stare, frown and push off the walls as if to approach the slaver woman and the courier, though they are discouraged when the young courier boy seems entirely unscathed, and happily replies in a cheery tone. He looks up, smiles and nodds at Velta. "Why of course, miss, I know Mr. Nolani! I'll take this straight to castle Sauvage and make sure he knows you want a letter back as soon as possible, how's that?"

[h3]Arnlaug Leifsson[/h3]
[h3]Averine City Docks[/h3]
The little girl looks sheepishly at Arnlaug, following his eyes as he looks down alleyways and streets. The alleyways aren't as busy as the main streets, and though there's no merchants or fishmongers calling their catches down them, they are most certainly in use. Sailors and stevedores stand in groups and talk to one another out of the rain, there are children, paupers and brutes both male and female keeping mostly to themselves. Arnlaug can't see anyone who is acting suspiciously and the young girl doesn't seem to look at anyone in particular. 

Her eyes sparkle and she cracks a toothy, childish grin as she spots his coin purse but her grin turns serious again as he asks his question. She doesn't answer for a moment and stutters when she finally does "Well... Uh, monsieur, it's my job you see. I get to keep what I earn." after which she nods and smiles again, awaiting a positive response from the man.