vii. unseelie locked. voice.

[vrykolakas]

I need extra hands for seasonal work, mages in particular; mages who can work with heat and fire, all the better. Or weather, shit. This cold is slowing down work at my spire; the Ninth, up on the coast, devilish cold even without the Roc's influence. We lost a young man to it yesterday. I need ice melted, walkways made safe, snow shovelled, water heated, just more people.

Coppers for ordinary workers, silvers for mages, as well as all my very tenderest and heartfelt sentiments of good will. Do something drastic and lasting and we'll discuss gold.

[LOG POST.]

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video; let's talk sorcery c:

[ziggyzoggy]

[Eh, sure, why not.]

If ya offerin', I suppose I could oblige ya. Though I'd settle for a place to sleep I ain't built myself.

[Standards: he has them. Though they're a bit lower than usual today, no offense. Besides, he's a familiar face.]

switching to video bc friendship, locking also bc friendship

[vrykolakas]

For the sake of good company? I'll give you first pick of places to get your head down. Do you want an unfinished tower, a cellar or a tent?

fraaaaands

[ziggyzoggy]

[He whistles, looking amused.]

I even get a choice? Ya play favorites, I see.

[Seems they've gotten back to the "friendly banter" level. Excellent.]

One blizzard spent in a drafty stone tower be more than enough for one lifetime. I'll take the cellar. Or a corner of it, at least.

[vrykolakas]

I've spent too damn long playing diplomatic up here. It's good for the—dare I say it—soul to be corrupt and unfair every so often.

That corner of the cellar's yours.