It's well past the worst depths of winter, even here on the north edge of the Worldwound- the temperature ekes its way above freezing occasionally, the days are only short and not miserably short, last night's snowstorm wasn't quite a blizzard. It is, nonetheless, fairly surprising when the patrol on their way to Fort #11 spots three figures in the distance trudging towards them from the north.
"Not within the next month but it could be the one after that, or later. If he is still operating. I haven't received any information to the effect that he is not, but it's possible such a letter could be lost or deemed to create poor incentives."
"I certainly expect it should, if he's not-" shit fuck this is politics after all-
"...do you much receive mail here?" she manages inelegantly.
"I suppose- do the night patrols also carry mail? It must go nearly consistently at a walking pace then, shouldn't much lose time with the sorting by comparison."
"Night patrols carry mail, but the sorting is often done - indifferently, for anything that isn't marked high priority and sometimes even for things that are."
Small sideways smile. "If I may say, Fifteen appeared less organized well than here. Is it often thus?"
"...I haven't spent much time at Fifteen. I am known to trade personnel very aggressively to make sure everyone here can work well together."