You stick your head into what you assume is an office, off to one side. Boxes of various sizes occupy more shelves, each with a slip of paper in front. On a hunch, you start looking for a box of a similar size needed to contain the parts you ordered. Three likely candidates stand out. The first paper indicates it’s an order for the guard’s training grounds, for a number of arrowheads. The ergonomics of a pony – even a pegasus – holding a bow confounds you. Unicorns only? The second appears to be for utensils or some sort of cookware. The third box, however, has a paper labeled MISC ITEMS – ANONYMOUS