You're just in time, %n%. Berde ran up to you, breathless.
Tomas the butler came here with a letter. He wants you to deliver it to the commander. Berde sifted through a pile of documents on her desk but came up empty-handed.
Strange, it was right here before I accidentally fell asleep last night, Berde muttered, beginning to sweat as she sorted through the paperwork.
I'm sorry. I guess you'll just have to take the message to the commander for me.