'Hullo, do you have some time to spare today?

'If you would lend me a hand, I need to have this satchel of mail delivered to Tighfield as soon as possible. Follow the road south as it bends east and you'll pass through Tighfield. Postman Hartclover ought to be at the Quick Post just past the Elbow's Bend. A fine tavern, indeed, but best enjoyed when not carrying mail for the Quick Post!

'When you're ready, the satchel is on the table right over there. For your sake, don't get caught up in chatter with the folk around Tighfield. Rumours are flying right now that there's some surly Bounders about out of Hithershire, but I don't think there's any truth to it.

'Oh, and tell Postman Hartclover that I received his note and have spoken to the involved parties about shipping cuts of meat in standard envelopes. It will not happen again.

'Do not let me keep you! The Quick Post must carry on!'