Two orcish guards at Grom'gol looked up when they spotted something large moving down the path toward them. Into the camp rolled an enormous sable carriage, with a white-haired elf driving a team of black horses.
"What's that?" one of them smacked the other.
"Dunno. It ain't got cannons or nothing."
Annjia hopped down from the driver's seat and spoke a quiet word in a guttural tongue. She opened the door to the carriage and withdrew several wrapped boxes. The wrapping was so meticulous, it may have been measured.
"Ooh, presents."
"Not for us, idiot."
The death knight moved toward the mailbox and the sparse postal office there. "Good morning," she greeted the wiry troll on duty, as she placed a few of the boxes down. Then, she went and retrieved more. The wiry troll stood and peered at the boxes. He reached for one of them and shook it.
"Do not touch that."
The troll's hand snapped back.
Annjia sorted through the packages and notes before she mailed them. She sent out several, each with a personalized greeting, to the individuals she hadn't been able to present the gift to in person. For one of them, the box was so large and heavy that it was better this way. Her drake certainly appreciated not lugging it around. And the postage was the same regardless of weight.
She checked over everything, and then looked up toward the carriage. Yellow eyes from the luggage rack followed her. "It is finished," she reported. "Shall we return?" The death knight climbed back up into the driver's seat and guided the black vehicle about. "Are you still hungry, Maag? Or perhaps not, after you consumed that small deer upon the roof."
A pathetic whine issued from the demonic, and slightly nauseous passenger.
"Yes, I should have suspected that it was ill from the red nose."
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