i. video. both courts. the night of the feast.

[vrykolakas]

[Two hours after nightfall.

Click. The video’s on but the picture’s fuzzy black. Muffled:]

—the—hell's piss and fuck—is that—?

[Nice. The picture changes, but only to lighten to grey and then offer tumbling fragments of senseless colour. The locket has been plucked from wherever it lay; a pocket, or face-down somewhere. The transmission ends.

Three minutes later, the video returns, this time with actual footage. The camera lens captures tumbling dark hair and a the lower half of a pale, fine-boned face; a young man, apparently, but when he speaks his voice is as creaky as a dying man’s whisper.]

—see, but can it catch my image?

[Grin. Apparently that’s a joke. He moves the locket so that his whole face comes into view. With pleasure:]

Yes. Would you look at that. The myth-peddlers embarrass themselves again.

My good will to... [A long, thoughtful sigh. Hiss? He visibly gives up on niceties.] Fuck it. Tell me, what is there to do in Mair besides avoid or perpetrate mugging?

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[invernale]

[ The look of this guy is familiar enough to make Harry wary. Pale, fine looks- the voice, among a general lack of information, keeps the suspicions at bay for the time being, however. ]

Why would you be worried about it capturing your image or not? [ Might as well put detective skills to use. ]

video.

[impeaches]

You might enjoy the library, or a hunt. I, myself, am currently training my own steed. There are a great many things to enjoy beyond petty theft.

[ He was once Master of Laws; it's his nature to try and... Dissuade someone. ]