It was a hard process figuring out what carts, from what nearby towns, transferred over goods to the Kingdom the most frequently.

Many months spent at attempts on pinpointing, asking or even paying the transporters tix just for a chance to let him put an envelope in the back of the carriage, stashed with all the different items. The envelopes themselves were sealed with differently colored wax and stamp symbols, containing nothing inside, neither name nor address was written down and always addressed to a different Elite, all except one.

The only consistency was the ever so slightly different handwriting on the bottom left of the envelope. He visibly struggled in replicating and changing his original writing style. Acting as the sole and only dead-giveaway.

He patiently waited months, waited for the envelopes to run through each cities mailing system until they were forced to return back upon figuring out no one named like the Elites lived there, to the bottom of the carts that sent them there in the first place. Always happily asking the drivers if they hold any letters with them, digging through until he has found it and re-sent it through multiple different goods carts.

Once, after waiting for a good four weeks, he kindly asked the driver of the current cart he's spying on if there were any letters, and even if there were, his didn't return with the others. Patience and obsession were saints that helped guide him through one more month, asking the same question with no fruitful result. He was overjoyed, beyond happy, ecstatic. He found him.

Finally, the time came for a letter to be written, and he did so with barely contained excitement.