Nat swore loudly as he stumbled over a tree root and barely kept on his feet. He was starting to feel exhausted, even the water didn't help much. The good thing was, that he finally reached Damascus. The half-elf lost the wagon tracks some time ago, when Damascus' stone-brick-paved road started. The city, or a town, depends on what a person has seen in his life, did not have much of a wall or a gate. He stumbled upon several people that seemed like refugees, however no Fusos men and Nat was happy about that.
Nobody even noticed him for more than a few seconds, as he entered Damascus through a wooden arc, that was once their gate.

People seemed to be coming from the northern side of town, the one that had most woods around. Most of the smoke was there too. Most of them were a little hesitant to leave, thus Nat understood that they were just afraid not to get in the way, but it was not an actual raiding or looting party in the town. Thus, Nat came upon a conclusion that what was here, were Fusos' bounty hunters. And if they are burning houses and raiding houses to catch that certain someone, that man must be important. 

Nat stopped a man who did not seem too confused and frightened. "What is going on?" he asked the man "Who is raiding this town?"
"Bugger off" the man pushed Nat aside and went on. The half-elf glanced at him, before continuing forward. He stopped upon seeing a woman and asked "Did a wagon come this way, if so, where is it?" the question seemed to shock the woman as she immediately started backing away "I know naught of wagons, ser.. Lord, I swear, nothing to do with no wagons." Nat understood its pointless to ask townsfolk about it, because they were scared of the Fusos army. He even resembled a soldier, with all his weaponry, no surprise that nobody trusted him. The woman was still backing off slowly. "Where is the nearest post office. Do you have one?" The woman stopped and gave a questioning look before answering "By the market, on the northern side."

Nat found his way to the market and soon the post office. It was obviously looked at this time of hour and concerning the events around, but the door had a hole for people to leave their mails at any time of day. The half-elf had no way of writing the letter, so he needed to get in and he knocked loud. Since nobody opened after he knock rapped twice more, Nat broke the door open with his shoulder. A candle was burning, but the only man he saw in there was sleeping. Even breaking the door didn't seem to wake him up from that chair. Nat went to and shook him.
"I need a letter sent. Fast. Now if it's possible"
The man obviously did not understand what's going on as he mumbled something than looked Nat in the eyes with distrust "How did you get in here, who are, I'll call the guards.. Throw your mail through the door-hole, we will... " Nat slapped him. "I need the mail sent [i]now[/i]".
"Pay enough and it will travel at least 50 leagues in a day". the man stood up from the chair and gave a document full of names and addresses, then feather and ink. "Give me the letter, write the recipient's address in here." he started mumbling.
"Give me some paper. I need to write it first" Nat said to him and got a glance together with some paper. Nat wrote the letter fast. 
[i]"If your friend is still alive, he will find you. Someone saved the refugees, there weren't too many bodies it is possible for him to be there. If he was among those saved he will find you. Hope for the best. Thank you for telling about my mother. I appreciated your help. There's some money in the pillow. 
The sellsword that agreed to help you."[/i]

"That's it?" the man working in this post office lifted an eyebrow "You woke me up to send a letter that short?" 
"It's important. Seal it and get it to the location in no later than tomorrow night." Nat said as he was counting the correct amount of coins. He gave a few too many and said "These ones are for the door." 

He then left the post office and strided to the northern side of town.