[ Cain was in the middle of a knot of skinchangers; many of the laborers were monstrous, likely because of their greater strength and height for such tasks. He seemed to be animatedly in the middle of some joke, and only caught sight of Aymeric when they were all laughing and slapping their knees.

He excused himself and hurried to pull his shirt on over a body dark-tanned and tacky with sweat, snatched his satchel up from off the ground and jogged over. ]

Hey! Sorry, sorry, got caught up. Toddler stories.

[ He peeked at the object in Aymeric's hands, already waving the taller man to follow him. ]

You trying to send some mail or something before we go? There's a fast-courier over by Wickham and Crown. Not cheap, but fast!