2. [Video | Locked to Seelie]

[scramasax]

[Another visual transmission flicks on today! This chap's looking a bit weary, alertly distracted - hesitating away from the feed a bit, fidgeting - and then starts by locking eyes on it and excusing himself with a small clumsy clear of his throat. His voice is direct, good 'n anchored low, but a bit shaky and young. Got to make the point for anything it's worth, and make it quick, but he can't seem to spare the delivery much focus, both out of a bit of haste and tiredness.]

Ah -- who is... seeking? The feathers of the bird king.

Should it, er -- be of use to any, I may have -- I may have found a trail, beginning in the mountains near the Eithne forest. It moves -- north. It -- it seems I found it by scent. [Shakes his head.] Inad - inadvertently. Thus I suppose, hould anyone go seeking with a dog -

Or if my position is close to anyone who'd follow, I'd follow you. I've been following - [Following, following, following.] - for a couple of days. I doubt how long I could carry on on my own --

[But what's the point of voicing that, really; damned if he's not going to keep following. Cuts himself off there, and with a thought, ducks his head in a small bow with a decisive knit of his brow. Mumbles his close.]

May that be, erm -- some contribution to the search, er - please. Pardon me.

[Closes that for now, and... time to get back on the move...]