Joseph felt flushed as he stood at the door of an unfamiliar building. Looking down at a small parchment of paper in his, he reread the address for the fifth time. This was certainly the place.
He couldn't help but remember how this whole thing began. This time, however, he was neither in his traveling gear, nor his Azorius uniform, but instead, a casual, spring green garb. He hoped the friend-picked attire made him more presentable, but one could never be certain.
Behind him, Sophia, his gryff partner, seemed somewhat irritated. Her saddlebags had been replaced by several large sacks, and she seemed to be pulling a large crate on wheels, hitched with ropes around her middle. She shot her partner a glace reading "please hurry up," and made a soft click with her bill.
Shoving the paper into his pocket, Joseph cleared his throat and knocked on the door, his other hand preparing to reach forward to whomever answered, gripping a bouquet of light blue flowers.