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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[raavashing]

Wan was not usually in the habit of reading other's conversations. But considering the extent of the call for help, it was better to know what kind of people might already be there so he didn't get in their way. There were a lot of volunteers who could control fire, so it seemed that Wan's power over water would be more usable. If everyone was melting the ice, the water would have to go somewhere.

Which was actually brought up by someone who looked to be made entirely of fire.

Wan had to take a moment of pause at that, but once it was over, he asked the locket to let him respond to the conversation. A little late to it, perhaps, but not so much that it would matter.

The moving picture part of it was... uncomfortable. But it was an emergency and he wasn't going to waste more time than necessary.]

Don't worry about drainage. I can handle that. If he flies ahead, I can follow behind and move the water to wherever you need it to go.