A day in the life of a courier trying to be inconspicuous while getting ready for an expedition.

Shadowing behind Sonia towards the registration desk, he paused for about two seconds before pressing down with the quill to write a name.
'Shelby Appleton' is [i]probably[/i] someone's name. It is a name Ludwig remembers, he just cannot remember where from.
He winced, noticing it has the same initials as the name already written there. Too late to erase. He could only hope nobody points it out.

Stock equipment. He reached into the pile for a buckler, and imagined blocking an attack with it. Shortly after, he dropped it back in the pile, after basically realizing its futility. Not combat-trained for any of these weapons, either.
After about twenty seconds of silent deliberation, he grabbed a quiver full of arrows. No bow. Just the arrows. He then scurried away from the pile and the people around it, avoiding any direct attention to himself.