It was like looking at a large ball roughly a meter wide, covered in thick, shaggy gray fur. It had a big round nose the color of a peach and its eyes were shut tight, as though the inn's light hurt them badly. Its fur barely moved with each slow breath it took, rising and falling like a soft, peaceful mass.
Its paws were powerful steel claws that, when closed, could imitate the primary function of a shovel: digging. Even beneath the dim orange lighting at the entrance, those claws reflected faint metallic glimmers. They looked strong enough to cut through wet stone without much trouble.
"Is that… a really big mole?" Mitsuki asked, crouching in front of the creature to get a better look.
The mole did not react. It remained still, apparently focused only on delivering the letter resting atop its head. It breathed softly, with a calmness that reminded him of a certain dark elf.
He took the letter and read it. His hunch had been correct.
