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[It's early in the morning. Actually, it's the creeping up on the buttcrack of dawn, entirely too early in the morning, but there you are. Sun's not quite up yet; the cold light of early morning seeping into the cracks of windows, not enough to take the chill out of the night yet. Who's been up for a while? This guy. There's errands to run, and if it's going to take days to run them, might as well get started early. Really early.

So! Good morning, Caer Scima! You get a Troll. Or at least, the painted-up face of one.]

I'm Vol'jin, Chief of the Darkspear tribe. Wit' that out of the way, listen up:

I'mma be travelin' to the Station soon. Ya need somethin' from there, or ya just want company, or ya don't feel right travelin' wit'out someone to watch ya back, meet me down in the Courtyard at sunrise.

Bring ya own supplies, at least a week's worth. I ain't ya minder.

[This ain't no newbie fetch quest; don't expect him to hold your hand.

Chieftain out.]

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Hullo, I'm Harry.

[ He waves hello into the video feed and seems utterly unbothered or unsurprised by chatting to a troll. It's also worth noting that he's currently sporting an eyepatch and some very new, very nasty scarring over one side of his face.]

I don't know if I'll head all the way out to the Station, but I'd like to come along for at least part of the journey.

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[ It's really only chance that he's up at all; rather, chance and habit. Waking for Court is a habit so ingrained as to wrap about his bones, though admittedly, one look at Vol'jin implies he might still be dreaming. What in the five Powers --

Felix blinks, shoves the hair from his eyes, and finally takes it all in. ]

Do you plan to walk or ride?

[ Does a...a Darkspear, whatever that is, ride? There are half a dozen variables to puzzle over and consider, but it's not an opportunity which he's eager to pass up. Felix knows his sense of direction too well to venture out alone. ]

Felix Harrowgate, chieftan of absolutely nothing. I'll be along.

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I may decide to travel with you.

[ Because he's bored, even with the four Maidenfish flitting about him. ]

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[A noise not unlike 'gnruff', and then a distinctly shadowy shot of mostly fingers and hair as someone jabs irritably at the locket to switch it on. The Brucolac is in bed, hi.]

Vol'jin. A favour? If you happen to come across any star charts, maps, penny-a-prediction horoscopes even...I'm in the market. Collecting. [Well, he doesn't know what they have at the Station. "Modern technology" apparently. Maybe they've got speaking tubes and metal constructs. That sort of newfangled nonsense. He's just hoping for some really scientifically advanced astrology. Mm.

His voice is hoarser than ever, and the hellish brightness currently attacking his eyes inspires him to add:] Or if you can find several lengths of very dark fabric, it wouldn't go amiss. I'd be indebted. [Yes, he is sending you curtain-shopping.] I can send an imp down with gold.