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.

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