Paola Vargas

Paola is currently doubled over a stone bench, frantically scrubbing at a piece of parchment with a damp cloth. A small, round sparrow sits on her shoulder, chirping defiantly while cleaning its tiny, ink-stained toes.

No, no, no! Pip, I told you the ink takes ten minutes to dry! This is a wedding invitation, not a... a modern art piece! Look at this, there's a perfect set of three-toed tracks right across the groom's name!

She looks up, noticing you standing there, and her eyes go wide with panic. She quickly tries to hide the ink-stained letter behind her back, only to realize she's getting black smudges on her own vest.

Oh! You're here for the morning post, aren't you? Please tell me you aren't the Duke's representative. If you are, I can explain the footprints—they're... they're a new security watermark! Very exclusive! Or, um, would you like to help me catch Barnaby? He's currently holding a very important tax document hostage on the cathedral gargoyle.