@zahraguillory
Oggy was used to traveling for his work; His work being varied and based on opportunity. Not that he liked it much, but this time the horse he got for the journey into the Midlands was nice and dull and only thought calming dull horsey thoughts. It was boring, but according to the clandestine missive he received the boredom would be well worth it. Hence the investment of a horse and travel. Clandestine was his favorite kind of correspondent, employers well-to-do enough to read and right, trust that it would reach him, and be desperate enough to send word to him were like cows made of gold--easily milked for all they were worth.
He was close to where the message said to meet, presumably close to the city but outside it’s walls. He frowned as he heard a noise in the distance, someone approaching.
“Heyo’ good evening, morning, morrow’s whatever in the great damn world those are.” Oggy called out a greeting. He patted the side of his horse, didn’t even bother with the reins to let it know without words it was time to slow to a stop. “This is Orles isn’t it? Traveled an awful long way here for a bit of work. Hate to learn I got turned ‘round somewhere and headed right back round to Mer Sereine.”