[ if the postmaster could say one sentence and it was "you're not very good at delivering mail", kol would agree vehemently. he's used to eating the postman. ]

Alright.

[ yes! finally! he's feeling so good about not pissing off a spirit. thank you, postmaster general for not being pissed off at him. ]

I'll deliver it to… here. [ he squints at the envelope, thinking he knows where the postmaster has guided him (the library? cool, he loves books) and feels ten times better than when he started and only received anxious shakes of the spirit's head. ]

Thanks for the bullets and letter. [ because he's feeling so much better with this direction, he smiles. ] I'm Kol. I'll make certain the right person reads this letter.

[ anyone who tries to open it before he reaches the library will die for real. ]