Slipping a letter to a fragile leg of a pigeon wasn't as easy as Iseul expected, he had to make sure other pigeons wouldn't get riled up and notify anyone near the postal station. The young weaver was sure there'd be guards outside in a large city like this.
Now all that was left for Iseul was hope for this pigeon to not lose the letter on their way flying through the winter night towards the estate. One thing he should also be hoping for, is that the letter wouldn't end up in the hands of a certain yellow robed bastard.
Iseul carefully threw the pigeon up into the cold air, seeing it fly off before rubbing his cold hands together to head back inside of his room, he had to warm up and get some rest for the next day.
This night sleep didn't quite seem to find him as all he could think about was the letter, it wasn't long or his room would slowly light up through the paper walls, making him throw his arms over his eyes and groan slightly.
