Raimy was cold. He hated the cold. Anywhere it can snow is nowhere Raimy ever wants to be. He'd found the chapel and would refused to give the letter to anyone other than the one instructed, as is typical of any good delivery boy. Delivering the letter to the Abbot was easy enough. It's what he does, he's a courier... was a courier he reminds himself. Now he's a Flame... where they do crazy stuff like redact people. He still can't wrap his mind around that and can't help but wonder how Titor fares, letting his mind wander from his task to his friend. He takes a deep breath as he tries to refocus on the job at hand but the air freezes in his lungs and doesn't help his focus much.
He bundles his coat up tighter and trudges through more snow. His weapons are hidden and he carries a satchel so to anyone else he still looks like just a courier on a job. At least in passing. He's never been just a courier, but the cover has always worked very well for him. No one has asked him his name yet, which is good. He hasn't made up a new even though Erik ordered him too. It was so hard to come up with Raimy Rouchet the first time. He hopes he'll be able to think of one before someone does something crazy like ask him his name.
He bundles his coat up tighter and trudges through more snow. His weapons are hidden and he carries a satchel so to anyone else he still looks like just a courier on a job. At least in passing. He's never been just a courier, but the cover has always worked very well for him. No one has asked him his name yet, which is good. He hasn't made up a new even though Erik ordered him too. It was so hard to come up with Raimy Rouchet the first time. He hopes he'll be able to think of one before someone does something crazy like ask him his name.
