Cyrus watched Xia walk off after thanking them, and bidding them goodbye. Cyrus sighed, turning to look to Kiara, "Hey, I need to thank you too. You've saved me more than a couple times. I hope to get to see you again, take care."

Cyrus walked away, but his heart sank. He'd only known the two for a day, but there was a certain camraderie that came from working together in a life or death situation. He walked through the nighttime streets, which at this point were only illuminated by the flickering light of fire dancing on mounted torces, and by the ever-present glow from the moon and stars above. He still managed to find his way, his presence on the empty, late-night streets announced by the sound of the wooden broomstick tapping against the paved cobble of the town streets, a hollow echo that bounced along the walls that lined the way. It took a while, but Cyrus eventually found the post office, a plain, wood-panelled building with an oak door. The glass pane on the door showed the inside of the office was dark and unlit, not a single light stirred inside the office.

Cyrus took a chance and started knocking, but the knocking soon turned to desperate banging. Eventually, through the distorted pane Cyrus could see a candlelight appear in the hall, carried by a man clearly not pleased to have been roused from sleep. The man scowled through the glass at Cyrus, hesitating before opening the door, "Do you have any idea what hour it is?"

"Please, sir, this is an emergency," Cyrus took the letter out from his pocket, he had yet to seal it, "Read this, it will explain everything."

The man's scowl softened when he saw the sincerity, the fear and panic in Cyrus's eyes. He finally motioned for Cyrus to enter, bringing him to seat at a table just inside the office. He used the candle to light a lamp hanging from the ceiling, and took a moment to read the letter. He blinked a couple times, before setting the parchment down, "Boy, is this true?"

"Yes, I need to get this message to Daniel Carnet, immediately," Cyrus interlocked his fingers, "What is your fastest service?"

The postmaster nodded, "I can make a special delivery, it'll take only a night's ride for my messenger to get this letter delivered."

Without further question, Cyrus dropped his postage onto the table, a handful of gold coins, "Wake your messenger immediately, please."

"Very well," The postmaster returned to the counter, withdrawing a stick of sealing wax and a stamp. Using the candle, the postmaster melted the wax onto the letter's edge, the red beeswax hardening quickly after the master stamped it shut. He stood up and moved to blow out the lamp.

Cyrus smiled and raised from his seat, "Thank you."

"If even half of what is in this letter is true, boy, we may be headed for grave times," the postmaster excused himself to walk out back, allowing Cyrus to escuse himself.