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.]

Comments

[uneulogized]

It just means you get what you deserve in the long run. But I'd be careful. You might be poaching some people from ... needier areas.

[Though Jason figures that many will be like him: they'll utilize the fairy rings to get around, spreading "warmth" and "cheer by way of not dying" all the same way.]

[vrykolakas]

Perhaps. But me and mine need help, and I won't sit by on the off chance that someone else has it worse. You coming or not?

[uneulogized]

I'll come in shifts. I'll schedule it so it's regular and everything, but Ariadne gets me first even with that.

That work for you? [He wants to also make sure there won't be any silly rivalries that he just hasn't heard about.]