"It's cold. Very, very cold. Like, I think this is what Atlas is supposed to be like."
Adjusting your beanie, you shuffle closer to the active heater near the staff table.
"Basically every package that comes into town has a rack of heat dust cells. And I get why, they're as necessary as milk and bread at this point."
Humming, you scratch your chin then look back down at the journal.
"Y'know, if there is one thing I thank Pyrrha for, it's activating my aura. That's really been a saving grace lately. And it's not getting better, since the Valean Council Weather Monitors warned the kingdom that there's an incoming blizzard."
A bell chimes, signalling someone entering. And immediately, you feel the horrific cold breeze flow through.
John- Coming!
Standing up and buttoning up your coat, you head out to the counter.
John- Afternoon, Missus Opal.
The elderly lady smiles at you, wrapped in layer upon layer of clothing.
Ari- 'Ello Mister Alencia. Wee bit cold out there, innit?
John- Ooh yeah, quite a day. What brings you out on a day like this?
Ari- I'm just 'ere to send off some letters to my daughter.
She hands over several envelopes, and you smile and take out several stamp-sheets.
John- Any specific stamp she would like?
Ari- Hm... oh well, maybe this one with the lil kitten. She always was a cat person. Just like her da.
John- A little kitten stamp it is.
You stick the stamps to the envelopes and smile.
John- And there we go. All set to deliver.
Ari- Oh wonderful!
She claps her mittens together.
Oh, the sweet old thing.
Ari- Could you please deliver them to her personally, dear?
John- Huh? S-sorry?
Ari- I would just very much appreciate it, dear. I don't want them getting lost in the soddin' system.
John- Well... I uh, suppose I could do that, yeah. Is the address on the envelopes the right one?
Ari- It is, yes. Oh, dear, this means the world t'me.
John- I-it's no issue, Missus Opal. Will that be all today?
Ari- Mhm!
She gives a short wave and hobbles back out into the cold. You look down at the letters and sigh.
At least I don't head in for another couple days. Leave those here for now.
You put the letters under the counter and check your watch.
Nearly closing time, thank goodness.
*BZZZ*
Your scroll vibrates loudly and automatically opens itself.
The heck?
You pick it up and read a set of stark red warnings on the display.
"Warning: Coastal towns and cities are ordered to cease all industry and sales immediately." What the heck is going on?
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