Jacobi, the Porter's page

Some is snoring in the bigger one. The smaller one is completely silent.

"You should get that looked into. Could be your diet." says the big man.

He sighs "Well, we can't be hanging around here all day, I'm a cleric of the Temple of Union Rules Local 845 and it's time for lunch mass." He and the other porters knock off, and head to the Church's Holy Catering Wagon just up the road from the manor.

A tiny red headed gnome walks in. He strides over to a stool with purpose and introduces himself to his fellow pathfinders.

"You wouldn't happen to be Regular, would you? says a big porter squinting at his clipboard, as the gnome draws near.

"Nah, were looking for someone named 'Regular', to sign for this delivery."

A trio of porters roll into the reception hall with a couple of wooden crates lashed onto a pair of sturdy hand trucks. One of the boxes is the size of a footlocker, the other, larger one about a is about the size of a standing sarcophagus.

The porter with the clipboard turns to Arioch, looks him up and down and says "Are you Regular?"