video; unseelie locked.

[thebreakingwave]

Hello, for those of you I haven't yet met, I'm Harry.

[The video footage is of a young man with messy black hair, one bottle-green eye, and half his face silvered over with old scarring. On the damaged side, he has a red amber prosthetic in place of an eye. In the background, there's a crow that periodically peers over his shoulder.]

The queen has tasked me to talk to every one of the Unseelie and ask for a memory of solidarity, overcoming great odds, or defeating a foe. With these, she can use it to create a better, stronger defence for a rebuilt Caer Scima.

It's going to take time to do this — at the very least, a few months — so there's no hurry to meet and I've the ability to get to pretty much anywhere in the Drabwurld quickly.

[He looks down at a bit of paper that's just out of sight; seems like someone made notes before talking.]

Sharing a memory is done through magic, it doesn't hurt, I won't look at anything you don't want me to see and I'll swear to that.

How's that?

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[withbite]

A stone and a memory. Well, that should earn me something very, very fun.

[He almost didn't want to say anything, mostly because the kid looked... weird. And was a kid.]

I suppose adult entertainment is out of the question?

[thebreakingwave]

I can't dance worth a damn.

[Enjoy that thought.]

But if you're serious, I can refer you to some good people in Mair.

[withbite]

I'm already aware of Mair (hey look, he could rhyme), but I can't just up and take off there whenever I get an itch. Consider me very itchy. I need something... here.

[Basically, help him get some ladies of the night, Harry. Or something. God. Vampire's gotta get it.]

[thebreakingwave]

[This may be one of the stranger things he's ever done and that's saying something.]

I've got magic and can transport people quickly. Instead of bringing the ladies to you, how about I act as a taxi service and bring you to them for an evening. A set number of trips, to and from, if that works.

[withbite]

[He thought that over, thinking about what he was planning versus what he had. It wasn't as if he wasn't already working to build a brothel for his little spire-town, but as of yet, all he had was Fernando -- and that was a big no. The raven on his shoulder croaked at the crow, then set about preening the hair over Damon's ear.]

How many trips and at how much of a notice?

[thebreakingwave]

Three trips - one for the memory, one for the stone, and one for luck. Half a day's notice should do.

[Harry stops and looks as if he's thinking something over.]

If you want more or something else, I've a friend there that knows just about everyone, everything, and you can work out some deal with him? I'll put in a good word.

[withbite]

Friends, huh? Who's this friend, just so I know who I'm dealing with -- if I want more.

[Of course he wanted more, but not if he had to deal with a dick.]

[thebreakingwave]

His name's Aeler. He and his wife run a house there and I'm sure he'll be game to talk whatever interests you. He's fair.

[Admittedly, Harry has a rather generous view of his friends.]

[withbite]

[Damon, however, does not have such a generous view, and he's more willing to nail down what he can get from Harry than some nebulous possibility of something later.]

Fine, three round trips at my leisure to... certain places.

[He might have to make sure he made the most of it by staying a day or four in Mair each time.]

[thebreakingwave]

Done.

[All in all, Harry feels that he's come off rather well in this deal. Apparation isn't the most enjoyable way to travel, but it's hardly a strain on him.]

When and where shall I meet you to get the memory and stone?

[withbite]

I'm at the spire as we speak. Well, in a pavilion by it. I can have Fernando get a stone from the spire and you can come whenever you feel like it. Construction isn't exactly a thinker's game.

[thebreakingwave]

Thank you. I'll try and get there within a week or two.

[withbite]

Then I'll see you in a week or two. If I'm not around, ask for Fernando. He's my... he just knows where I am.