44th of Fall, 513AV
Savio was soaked to the bone and shivering as he ran the narrow streets of Nyka. Normally, he would have been on the rooftops but the titles were too slick with water that it was a completely unsafe idea. He really and truly longed to be inside, nice and warm and dry. But that was not the case. He had to work to earn his mizas, and couriers worked in sunshine and in rain.
As Savio turned a corner, he sneezed. Aw petching great, he was coming down sick. At least the streets were mostly bare, the more sensible Nykans having gone inside to escape the downpour. Savio envied them and their dry clothes and warm fires.
At least this was his last delivery for the day, but of course his horrible luck made sure it would be all the way in the Western Quarter, on the other side of the city from the Bureau. Ovek must truly detest me. Savio thought bitterly to himself as his boots splashed mud onto his red trousers. It didn’t help that it was difficult to see thanks to the wet hair that plastered in front of his eyes. To be honest, he was running the direction on memory alone.
He was almost to the destination, he just had one more corner to turn and then there would be a straight shot to the home of his final patron. Then he could get back to the school and take a long hot bath to melt the chill from his skin.