Poison

@ClanHeartsgleam

He would hoard love letters and gifts from secret admirers.

Oof!

You find yourself startled by a careening, limbless noodle that crashes from the sky to the ground in a flurry of rich wine plumage and abstract yellow-green scales. The dragon, a Coatl from what you can decipher, has a gentle laurel of fervent ivy twisted and spun together around his head. He bears a number of golden adornments - notably across his chest, collarbone, and tail. There's a layer of facial paint obscuring his foremost features and all that can be made out from the mess of a mask is a set of shining lemon eyes that harbor a bizarre and alluring sparkle.

"Ah, yes, yes.... Yes! Yes, that's me talking, uh huh... For Clan of Heart Esteem..."

A couple of fumbled words and a wisp of magic dusts the area. Powerful magic hinting of plague surrounds the dragon and allows him to shove a mouth into his knapsacks and dig through it. Ten seconds later a half-slobbery package is thrust in your direction.

"To the Librarian. The one that's really handsome," all this is said nonchalantly, matter-of-fact, and you have no doubt that he's referring to Poison, "this is a gift from... well, maybe not a GIFT persay... but I would consider it a gift... maybe my standards are too low, or too high, or too something?"

Whatever the item or objects are - they are draped in heavy cloth.

An elegant note is pinned to the side, and reads:

"If Levi tells you this is from a secret admirer kick him for me.

Topaz of the Pendulum Archives"

Looking back to the courier, Levi, you are about to say something when he beats you to the punch with a giddy, almost mischievous grin.

"Now don't tell anyone but I am one-hundred percent certain this is some sort of secret admirer-esque business going on. Who else sends this kinda stuff?"