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Peregrine Mendicant was carrying a bag full of mail, nothing unusual. Although, there was only one parcel in the bag. It was a mere letter and package, both addressed to a carapace named Wayward Vagabond. She had never met him, but it was none of her business. Mail was sacred. Privacy had to be respected at all costs! Of course, this city was corrupt beyond repair, but that did not mean she had to stop to low levels.
Although the address was a bit odd, now that she was inspecting the mail.This address had existed, of course. There was a 31 Court Street. And on this street was a building numbered 29. But it had been abandoned and left to crumble after the market crash. And what hovel was supposed to be in front of it?
Oh. That one.
In front of Building 29, there was a small, make-shift tent. She approached it cautiously, noticing that it was made of garbage bags held up but random sticks and pipes. “Hello?” she asked.
A small, black carapace peeked out from behind his tent. She held out the package and letter, and he took it, staring at her with wide, suspicious eyes. “Feferi Peixes?” he asked.
Peregrine Mendicant merely shrugged and walked away. Job well done.