A solid thump sounds outside, followed by a few quick knocks on the door. When you open it, a pegasus stallion stands there in a tidy blue mail uniform, neat and freshly pressed. He gives you a polite smile. “Good morning,” he says evenly, pulling out a package from his saddlebag while putting on a pleasant, practiced smile “I’ve got a package for this address, mister-?” He glances down at his form, double-checking the name with quiet care before looking back up expectantly.