Video/Action at the Station/backdated to the 25th

[inafadingcrown]

[Locked to Seelie]

[Galadriel’s manner is all business like when she appears onscreen and her speech is the same- clipped, efficient, precise.]

Recently, I was gifted with several messages which I believe to be of great import. Until I am certain of their intended audience and their meaning, I am hesitant to discuss them openly. I realize, however, that others here have access to resources that I do not. In this instance, practicality constrains my caution; I would know what information others have on these matters. I would ask if the name 'Isengrim' means aught to any here, or if any know of either the Fourteenth Sigil or a Wreath festival.

[Sparse in details, but that's done purposefully. This is more fishing for people to respond than looking for information outright. She doesn't exactly want to carry these conversations over a public channel.]

[Private video to Peeta Mellark]

I have a favor I would ask of you, Master Mellark, if you are willing.

[Open for action in the Station]

[Anyone in the common areas here may stumble across Galadriel, her hair tossed up in a quick bun, bent over a map of the Drabworld, marking paths and locations with a pencil and jotting names and numbers down into a small notebook.]

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[fell_to_hell]

Nico di Angelo, my lady, but I prefer to be called Nico. I apologize for being vague. Lately, I've had to be more cautious about where I'm going, since there are some on the Unseelie side who would be...interested...in collecting my shard.

[That's a polite way to say he's trying to avoid that information being leaked so he doesn't get murdered, right?]

[inafadingcrown]

Well met, then, Nico, and you need not apologize. I believe, given your circumstances, a certain amount of caution displays intelligence more than aught else.

May I ask if your friend gave you a reason that he wished you to do this research?

[fell_to_hell]

[He hesitates for a brief moment.]

My companions and I had made plans to go to a place where we could get answers. Answers that didn't favor any side in this war, with information going all the way to the beginning of things. I told him about those plans, and he's been sending me topics or questions to research once we arrive at our destination. The Sigil and the Wreath Festival were part of the request. I believe he came across them while he'd been at Redgate.

[inafadingcrown]

It seems that our thoughts have followed similar lines. [Her smile grows several degrees warmer.] Allow me to guess at your destination. The Drabkeeper's castle?

[fell_to_hell]

[There's a pause before he chuckles dryly.]

Yes, ma'am. You've guessed spot on. With luck, the answers will be there.

[inafadingcrown]

Shall we keep one another informed, then? I intended to head to Treun as soon as possible, myself, for the context in which I learned of the Wreath festival leads me to believe that it may occur relatively soon. And it would not do for us all to be researching and miss it when it comes about. [Better safe than sorry, in other words.]

[fell_to_hell]

I wouldn't mind that. The more information we have, the better off we might all be. Please let me know what you find out about the festival. I'm sure that will be a pretty interesting experience.