Milo Lirrian

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Milo Lirrian had a sterling reputation; he was known as one of Myrken's finest. But reputation aside, he was one of Myrken Wood's finest. So he would let you know, when you did business with him - and many may already have. Ever needed to send a package or letter with the utmost confidence that it would reach its recipient? Milo was your boy. He wasn't the finest courier in Myrken Wood for nothing! That's right - it didn't matter if you were Suede Roschen battling conspiracy charges against the Order of Straka, or even Audmathus himself, Milo would get the package delivered. Though he would personally prefer avoiding direct business with Drow, as they seem to have a habit of random violence.

He had two letters, both recipients linked together by a job. One was in the neighboring Derry - Milo found another courier boy to take that one, passing off the letter. True, it wasn't the most secure practice, but Milo knew the other letter would be taking up his time and most of the boys knew that Milo's standing could doom their careers if bad words were said. This is why, perhaps, people are trusting of courier boys; their business, simply, is a business of trust. When one breaks that trust, well, they don't get work anymore.

This assignment would prove to be one of his hardest, he figured; but that didn't matter. Milo Lirrian would persevere, and this letter would get delivered. Unless the recipient died first (it's happened plenty of times before).

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The boy had toiled, searched, investigated, asked bartenders, eluded curfew-enforcing militia and had even taken up other jobs to hold up his income. Milo Lirrian was beginning to think that his recipient was dead, or completely gone; Milo was the best there was, but his services stayed within the borders of Myrken Wood, as a rule. Occasionally he took correspondence heading to one of the neighboring territories, but he often gave those tasks over to other courier boys. When one is the best, they get that privilege.

But 'lo and behold, luck was with the lad: on a cold Myrken night, after evading those annoying minutemen again (which isn't to say anything of their skill or competence; they're looking for more dangerous individuals and the boy is small and light), Milo Lirrian found the recipient of the letter given to him weeks ago.

The letter was handed off to Kerrak al'Nerun and the boy skipped merrily in the night - still Myrken Wood's number one courier boy. Even when delivering to likely suspects of the Meetinghouse's destruction.