<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7f/Marshallbadge.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>A delivery boy<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Whippersnapper Post<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 12th, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Late Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Soddom<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>The whippersnapper made his way fearlessly through Soddom - there were precious few that could make their way into Soddom without a gun at their side or a small gang at their back, and most men tread carefully.  Whippersnappers, however, knew they carried coveted correspondence or deliveries, and even the most hardened of miners didn’t steal from the children - or if they did, they got a thrashing worthy of the whuppings the Whippersnappers put on their own.<br/><br/>“Reid Lawson?”  He had to ask five times - three times he got indifferent shrugs, before someone finally pointed him out to the small space of tents put up by the Lawson family.  He knocked at the tent flap, not daring to poke his head inside, and then cleared his throat.<br/><br/>He tugged a letter away from the bald, musclebound man that first greeted him.  “Reid Lawson.  Yew ain’t him,” he said matter of factly, meeting the eyes of the big man.  Then he spotted the longer blond locks he’d been told to look for, and thrust it at the broad-shouldered man.  “Postage’s paid,” he promised, then he handed over a letter, sealed with a signet ring that looked like a gear inside of a chemistry beaker.  “Sorry it got a little dirty,” he apologized.  “Flew out of mah hand’s on Miner’s Peril and someone stepped on it a little bit.  You got sumthin’ you need delivered, I’ll take it for you free.”<br/><br/>He gave a little wave, not getting ten steps before another miner was flagging him down with a small chunk of silver and another letter to deliver.<br/><br/><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/30/Reidsletter.png)</div>