City Messenger
Sponsor: Scribel City Adventurer's Guild
Location: Near Scribel City
Required Level: 2
Objectives:
Explanation:
Scribel has a public mail service, and we have all sorts of letters and packages to be delivered! Some of our citizens live outside of the city and in different odd places, but we still need to deliver them the mail!
Rewards:
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When she started the job, Vicious was feeling pretty great.
After she delivered the first package to the old guy living under a disused bridge, she was still feeling pretty great.
After she delivered the second package to a lady living beside the Scribel River, she was
still feeling pretty great.
As a matter of fact, the third and fourth packages were delivered smoothly as well. One to a treehouse in the middle of a grove, one to a dwarf who had dug out a cave for himself.
It was the last one that gave her some trouble.
*****
"I've been going in circles!"
She'd passed this point earlier. Vicious used a knife to nick the bark as she walked, but no matter which direction she went, she would eventually run across a marked tree. The sun was still lazily cruising when she first started; now it was partially on it's way down.
"What the heck is this place? I just need to deliver the damn mail, for goodness sake! If I don't reach the house in my next attempt, I'm giving up!"
Punching the trunk of a tree in anger, Vicious made one last run---and this one succeeded.
"Finally! A clearing of some sort, and...a...wha."
Sticking out of the ground was an obsidian black spike, or at least that was her initial impression. After close observation, the exterior was glossy and smooth, and perhaps even perfectly conical.
"You know what, forget it."
*
Tap*
Her knuckles were barely touching the door before it flew open and a little girl popped her head out from the side. She was dressed in pure white and was rather cute, but the cuteness was ruined by the pout.
"Gimme."
"You're the owner?"
"What, so you're saying that Shiori can't own this house? Rude! Shiori should turn you into a brick for that insolence. Or maybe a wooden cube instead."
The little girl snorted, taking her package from Vicious.
"Well, at least you have the good sense not trying to cut down trees. Out of that and nostalgia, Shiori will let you go today. Now scram! Shiori has to get back to her black magic."
Watching the door slam shut firmly, Vicious stood there, uncertain whether she should be angry or not. After a bit, she shrugged, didn't think any more about it, and returned to the city to make her report.