ii. audio. after dark. both courts.

[vrykolakas]

[If anything, the Brucolac's voice sounds worse than ever, painfully scratchy and distinctly weary. The reception isn't perfect; he's sitting in the garden of the fortress at Redgate, where the lockets work, but the blood granite is still causing some interference.]

What languages do you speak? And what language would you say I'm speaking right now?

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[thebreakingwave]

"Agreed. I'd rather know, even if it's ugly, especially if it's ugly, than go on blithely innocent until the stupid end." He may be young, but that is the voice of experience. "I'm going to end up trying to talk about this with my friends from home. I want to believe it'll go well, but I also want to believe that tomorrow I'll wake up to a hot breakfast and a new jacket."

"If it's a disaster, you should be aware that I might come wail at you." Preferring to keep his ire self-contained, he will not actually wail, piteously or otherwise, but it seems like a reasonable sort of warning to make. "Either way, I'm on the hook for a pint when I don't taste like the drain."