Dalran woke up. "Morning. Woke up last night, didn't you.."
"Yes...." Daston replied. "How did you-"
"Simple, your not in the same spot as before."
"Oh..."
Dalran reached into the mailbox. "Yep..." He pulled out seven
letters. "Great.... Two assasination jobs, one patrol... Three
infiltration.... And one..... Diplomacy? Thats a first...." He
muttered, shifting through them.