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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voice.

[vrykolakas]

[Nah, just pyrii.]

As soon as you can make it. Thank you for offering.

[This is his best behaviour.]

voice.

[snipers]

[ she'll take it, tbh. he's so smooth she's not calling him out for being a creeper or anything! gosh, it's like he's a miracle worker. ]

Don't worry about it. I think getting away from the Station will do us both some good.

[ someone from their world just recently left, and they'd spent some time together at the station, so... some time elsewhere for a while might be nice. ]

And if there's time in the evening, I'll take you up on that dinner offer.

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[vrykolakas]

Of course.

[Alright, it'll be breakfast for him, but no matter.]

Should you arrive in the daytime, just give your name to one of my officers; they ought to direct you properly.