He came trotting along in a great hurry, muttering to himself as he came...

This urgent package must arrive tonight. Can you do it?

Quick, get dressed!

Hurry! Hurry!

Two pints! And be quick about it!

Of course! Yes! I shall put my men to it toot sweet.

I'll... I'll go speak to Fastred. Post-haste!

We heard the news at Cloud Ruler by courier, riding hard from the Imperial City.