As the sunlight broke through the cracks in the blinds, the rays of sun kissed N'Jobu face while he tried to avoid the day by tossing and turning in his covers. He knew he had a mission waiting for him at the administration building so he would soon have to get up and go on about his day as much as he wanted to stay home and laze about. After a few minutes of contemplation, he unfurled the covers from his body and rolled himself out of his bed. He groggily shook the sleep from eyes as he took a deep stretch and yawned loudly in his room. After he finished his long morning stretch he grabbed his clothes from his dresser and began to get dressed, putting on his gray harem pants and white shirt. He grabbed his Basotho blanket from across the chair at his desk and draped it across himself and grabbed his bow to strap it to his back.
Once he was ready to go, he headed out the front door and took off streaking through the streets towards the administration building. He dipped under pipes, jumped between ledges, and did flips over obstacles as he quickly made his way to receive his mission for the day. Since he knew it was a low ranking mission, he didn't get his hopes up to much about excitement so he figured he would use the day as a training exercise for his parkour skills. Before he realized it, he was standing in front of the administration building, with a tiny bit of sweat dripping from his brow. "Hmmm, that must be record time I suppose..." he chuckled to himself slightly as he walked in the door to the building. He walked up to the mission coordinator, introducing himself and asking her for the mission scroll so that he could begin with his assignment. She acknowledged his request and reached back into her filling system and grabbed a scroll intended for him along with three letters. She handed him the scroll which he quickly took and thanked her as he turned to head back towards the exit. As he walked, he unfurled the scroll and began to read the instructions for his tasking. "Ahh, so I'm a glorified mailman today. Lovely..." he mumbled under his breath slightly annoying at the paltry task he would need to complete.
WC: 401