a large thrall walks among the wagons, trying to read the address on the shipping order.
'''mmm, wagon 44, 45...47, 48". he searches through the order again, and looks up at the wagon markings. 'yes, MTC #48, he thinks. he gazes up, You are away, and sighs. getting a signature on the delivery tag is always so important, but he shrugs, he has other deliveries, and there is no thievery among the Tuchuk. the large, very heavy bundle is set down by Your porch, and he places a delivery mark on the invoice and sets it back onto the clipboard, and moves on, to the next delivery, although he is feeling much less loaded down.
a large, basalt metate and mano are sitting on the ground by Your ramp, and they are wrapped with white paper, and tied with a pink ribbon, the knot is very intricate, showing the the love and effort it had taken to tie it properly. when You open it, You will find a letter that is written in a very lovely, cursive Gorean handwriting...(this girl has practiced a lot to be literate, and the message is about three days old). there is also a receiving invoice with the Gorean stamp 'PAID', already marked upon it.
the message is very simple.
'this girl is very thankful, Mistress, this will be useful to help refine the clay'.
there is no signature to the note