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, unseelie. )

[vrykolakas]

And how fast can you get here?

( voice, unseelie. )

[atoned]

A day.

[ even then, he estimates half if he doesn't stop or get a foot cramp. he'd become accustomed to walking, rather than sitting upon plush pillows as others pulled his little makeshift seat from one end of the palace to the other. he can teleport to the very edge of the west of la llorona and then begin his walk from the very edge of the forests to the ninth spire. ]

I can teleport — I've only ever seen the Criostal from afar. I'll have to walk the rest of the distance.