The Golden Lamb Post

To your immediate right, there sits a busy building. People scramble in and out, and, on the top of the building, there sits a sign, "The Golden Lamb Post".

As you open the sliding doors, you are knocked over by a frantic-looking man running down the street at top speed, carrying a stack of papers.

A sign saying, "Editors Office- Top Floor" hangs on the wall, pointing up the stairs. Sounds like a good place to start, you think.

You reach the top floor, and walk through a slightly ajar door. A frazzled looking man, short and balding, peers over a stack of papers from his desk.

"Hello, can I help you?" says the man, slightly irritated.

"Hi," you begin hesitantly. "I'm, uh-"

"Oh, god! Is it the first of the month already? I'm so sorry! Listen, just don't tell the boss about this, I'm sorry!"

"Wha? What boss?"

"Wait, you are the courier right? For the Family?"

"Uhh, no..."

"Oh. Well... Just ignore that. Come in, please... excuse the mess. We're still getting over the zoo incident," said the man, looking around nervously. "In case you don't know, I'm the Editor of the Golden Lamb Post, Harold Burns. Our archives are over here, and be sure to read the newest work!