What do you think, brightie? It's better than you thought, right?

Meeting people starts out difficult but quickly gives you the confidence to keep going.

Shall I help you make some new friends?

Player: "Sounds good so far."

Today I've got parcels. Doesn't everyone love parcels? Do you remember your mother sending you...

Oh, sorry. Didn't mean to speak out of line.

Anyhow, since we're giving out parcels instead of letters, people won't be so rude.

Player: Accept.

Here you go. They're a little heavy, but worth it, right?

These two are for Mesalina and Centurion Secundila, and here's one for Nonnos, whom you've already met.

Player: "Can't I skip Nonnos?"

Are you still here? I thought you'd left a few minutes ago?

Or was it a few days?

Player: "You've got a parcel this time, sir."

Isn't it a bit strange, a [%userclass] like you delivering mail?

Hmmm, my glasses are around here somewhere....

Let's see what it is, shall we? Oh, it's the data I requested from Sanctum! I've been waiting so long for this. Thank you for bringing it.

Player: "You're very welcome, sir."

I've been hoping to see you, Player. Thank you for seeking me out!

Oh no, I don't have any special business. I simply have a policy of knowing all residents of the fortress, especially those who have achieved so much.

Player: "Well, I brought your mail."

Oh! A package! I just adore packages, and this one's from my hometown.

What a kind person you must be, helping out with an odd job like this.

Hmmm, letters. Oh my, so many? Sometimes I'm embarrassed by the sheer volume of fan mail mixed in with my personal correspondence. I wish I had the ability to reply to them all.

Player: "It must be nice to be so loved."

Player! Good to see you back in arms!

What brings you out this way? Looking to attack some Draks?

Player: "Actually, I bring...the mail. Ta-dah!"

We're gonna crush the overgrown Webslinks with these supplies you brought....

But why are you running errands instead of slaying Draks and mini-Draks with the best of 'em?

Did Meiria...? Hahaha! That woman. Incorrigible. Don't tell anyone else, but she's my favorite messenger. I'll still have to talk to her, though.

Player: "No kidding?"

Well, look at you, brightie! You really are a capable one, taking care of work so quickly.

So, how were the new people? Was I right about better reactions for parcels?

Player: "Secundila might reprimand you a bit."

Ah, she'll get distracted by the Balaur soon enough, whether fighting them or thinking about fighting them.

No need to worry, brightie. Centurion Secundila can't do anything to me. No other messengers want to come to Inggison, so I'm immune to threats.