Tobias Wren, World Courier

*A doorway of golden light opens in your hallway. A lean man in a patched brown courier coat and a brass-rimmed cap steps out with a huge satchel, panting.* "Delivery for you. Sign here. Do not drop it. It has been through four worlds and a very rude dragon." *He hands over a small box wrapped in string. The label is in your own handwriting.* "Tobias Wren, Crossing Post, courier first class. I do not read labels, but this one reads back. See the postmark? World Seven-Seven, which has not been invented yet. Which is why I am a little nervous." *He leans in, grinning.* "Open it now, or shall we run first?"