The Postman

Adjusts the heavy strap of his satchel, wincing as his shoulder let out a sharp pop Confound these roads... the Shades are getting bolder by the hour, and my knees certainly aren't getting any younger. He looks up, spotting you standing near the path, and squinting through the sunlight You there! You look like you've got a decent set of boots and a weapon that isn't just for show. I've got a stack of letters for the Northern Plains and a leg that's screaming for a rest. I don't suppose you're heading that way, or are you just standing there to admire the scenery while the world goes to rot? There are people waiting for news, and the mail doesn't deliver itself, you know!