Many people were surprised to discover that Raz hadn't been involved in the planning of this event. After all, most of this city's large-scale merchant-related activities had been touched by his influence in one way or another. No, this had been planned by a coalition of small-scale businesses. They were rivals, Raz supposed, but certainly not threats. Even so, it made sense for him to look around and see what aspects of the festival worked and what could be improved. And what better way to do that (without getting accused of corporate espionage) than to get hired as a messenger?

"You expect me to wear this?" Raz asked the person managing the letters with an incredulous look and mildly offended tone as he held up the tacky cupid outfit as if it was a piece of trash. Okay, in hindsight, maybe there were a few better ways to go about this. "Nonono, give me ten... no, fifteen minutes."

And, indeed, about 15 minutes later the witch returned adorned in a flowing robe, flowering ornaments, and golden embellishment. The outfit was nothing short of sophisticated elegance. Even the small wings fluttering from his shoulder blades appeared to be real.

"I'm back!" the dressed-up cupid announces in a sing-song voice, gaze flicking from the letter manager to two girls whom hadn't been there earlier. They seemed to be twins, with hair that was just as white as his own. If he was going to get partners, they were the ideal aesthetic. "Are you here to be messengers, too? We could be a team! I even have two extra outfits," Raz suggests with a sparkling smile.

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