Special Delivery

"Those going to Alen for postal service in the human kingdoms, gather before me!"

Lu Zhiyu stood in the castle, holding a stack of letters. Many wind ravens flew around the room and perched on the ground, the lights, windows, and tables. The entire place was as noisy as a market!

The wind ravens were all talking like humans. Each one also had a small satchel as if they were mailmen.

"That's me! Out of the way."

"Hey, I think I'm going to the humans!"

"Not me. I deliver to the orcs!"

"I heard some are going to the elves. I want to know what the elves look like!"

Seeing that the situation was out of control, Blackjack raised his voice and called, "Everyone be quiet!"

The chattering quieted down. All the ravens stood straight without daring to say anything. Blackjack nodded. "Now you're only allowed to speak if called on. Those going to the humans, come to the table," he said with authority.