You were simply hosing off some saddles when you see a person shuffle in. It was an esteemed harpy messenger, he looked out of place and slightly grossed out

“Uh…is this the royal dragon stables…?” His wings bristle slightly, clearly this royal harpy messagenger hasn’t been in dirty environments for most of his life like the stables. “Im…im here to look for a ryder? I need to deliver a package.”

In his hands behind his back seems an expensively wrapped parcel with some weight to it