The parchment was simply wrapped with red ribbon and sealed by wax of the same color. It was meant really only for the eyes of one particularly disgruntled man. An elf on top of that. The messenger cared not where it had to be delivered, considering that its destination was still within the city, it made his task much easier. The one that paid him gave him a decent amount of coin to come here, though she kept much of her identity a secret, in case people raised questions as to who was the woman delivering such a letter to one of the residents of the Gallows.
It smelled of perfume, exotic and hinting toward this letter being more than a greeting. His only regret, that now the aroma lingered under his nostrils and probably filled the air - which made him groan. These mages might think it was he who was wearing this! He simply wanted to get this job done and wash his hands free of the scent.
Rubbing the stubble of his chin, blue eyes scanned the area of robed individuals and finally was able to wave one down to help him. He wasn’t one to regularly visit the place, rather, he hardly came through these parts. “G..greetings, mind pointing me to where the First Enchanter is located? Got a letter for him I want to rid myself of.” Bluntly stated, he waved the rolled parchment in the air.