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Given that he’s apparently trapped here, Estinien supposes he’ll have to make do. And part of making do means settling some important things back home. Like writing a letter to send back home so certain Speakers of the House of Lords won’t send overworked Warriors of Light or knights off to turn Othard upside down looking for him. The letter’s all written now, it’s brief and to the point and tucked away in his tunic. Now all he has to do is mail it.
That’s... what he’s working on right now. Halone, he hates those things, but he has to find one to send this damn letter for him. And as much as he hates the idea of having to talk to some stranger and ask for help too, that’s exactly what he’s going to do.
He catches sight of a man in armor, and he steels himself. Right, he’ll ask this one for help. “You,” he says to make himself known, walking over and pulling the letter from his tunic to wave it idly. “I’m looking for a postmoogle. Do you know where I can find one?”