"Mennfred, what are you doing still at the door? Just tell them I'm out, or I'm dead, or something."
"I am sorry. Mister Olavon seems to be out and dead." The orc droned.
The door opened the rest of the way and an old man in red robes appeared next to the hulking green man. He had his right arm wrapped around a bundle of rods, and he had a handful of colorful gems in his left hand, pressed against the side of his head.
"Who are all these people?" He asked curiously.
"Postal workers."
"Oh gods..."
"He says he was sent to deliver that scroll."
The old man relaxed, "Oh. That's not so bad then. Uhh..." He looked at all the things in his hands, before simply dropping the rods to the floor and tossing the gems to the side out of sight. A surprised cat yowl erupted from the place the gems were thrown, but the man paid it no heed, instead just reaching out to take the scroll.
