The courier who picks up letters at Warehouse 17 and runs them across Greyhaven. Pale, sickly, thin. Wears a muted color-shifting cloak to be inconspicuous.
When carrying, Polder is not really there:
- Eyes are flat and immobile — no spark of life.
- No reaction when bumping into people, walking through puddles.
- Satchel has no buckle, clasp, or opening — and is bulging with something. Empties along the route.
He comes back to himself somewhere along the route — for Adrik’s tail in Session 34, it was the middle of Saddler’s Row Bridge. Just stops. Stares. Then alertness floods his eyes — as if he just woke up — and he stumbles, confused, into the nearest tavern (The Saddler’s Rest).
The local barkeep recommends Polder as a courier — but is astonished to hear anyone wants Polder as a reputable one.
Licensed with the Canal District Municipal Messenger Service — born and bred in the Canal District. His docket booklet has one page per delivery day; he was missing entries when Adrik checked it in Session 35.
In the campaign
- Tailed by Adrik in Session 34 — picked up his courier load at Warehouse 17, walked east in his blank state, woke up on Saddler’s Row Bridge, stumbled to The Saddler’s Rest tavern.
- Implicated as the magical conduit for Drogon and Seris’s self-erasing ledger correspondence.
- Session 35 — vetted by Adrik at The Saddler’s Rest over a free ale. Refused Adrik’s first ask (retrieving an alleged morning letter from Drogon) — said he couldn’t see how he’d be useful when Adrik could go himself. Eventually agreed to deliver a fresh rescind letter to Drogon and try to bring back the (nonexistent) original, for a big shiny gold piece. Delivered the missive; Drogon had no reply and said Polder had wasted his time.