Carew the Mad leaned on his staff, more Mildly Annoyed than anything. It wasn't like he had expectations for anything arriving by a courier whose name he'd had to scry, but he'd been Vaguely Hopeful that he might receive his parcel less flattened than usual.

At least the bag of powered core-crystal hadn't leaked all over. That might've made him Angry. It hadn't been cheap.

Not that anything was cheap these days. That was something to be Mad about, he supposed.

But that was the way of the world and Carew the Mad had his parcel.

He was Happy.

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