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[Lancelot stood in front of a great, molten forge, walking along a narrow walk-way inside Troichean Beinn. He was out of his armor, wearing a thick smithing apron and a short-sleeved tunic, startlingly different from the usual attire he would display. As always, Lancelot's absolute lack of enthusiasm shined like a dying star.]

To those of the Unseelie court--I have a trade I would like to make with you. If you believe yourself skilled in researching history and mythology, please respond.

I have a second trade I would like to make to those with an affinity towards nature--in which I must emphasize that such an affinity is a necessity, unless one prefers risking death in this.

[Hoisting his free arm up, Lancelot raised a short-sword with a gleaming red blade, fairy letters written down the length of it. Visibly, the sword seemed to have been vibrating somewhat. Anyone with magical affinity may even hear a soft, hollow sort of noise coming from it as well.]

To those who can assist me in these favors, I can repay you with the fruits of my labors. Wrought iron, enchanted by fairy-magic. I cannot promise the best of weapons at this moment, but if you aid me in this, I will create a finer reward for you.

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What do you need looked into?

Also, glad to hear that Reynard didn't get the better of you.

I cannot say for certain if that is the case; though, I noted how impressive the power of those shards can be. They were fairly tedious to deal with.

[Just tedious.]

For the most part, though, I need to inquire about the nature of the 'Death Altar' of the Midnight Court.

Reynard's parting words had been about Alice and I spilling blood on it. He seemed... concerned, though I'm not certain if it was his injury or the nature of his statement.

I'm sorry that I gave you information that lead to something that got you injured.

[And that much is the truth. Waver's furious that even knowing Berserker's skill, Reynard managed to survive.]

I realize this might be sensitive, but would you mind giving me a little more detail about what your fight with him was like? I have a feeling that if anyone is going to get the better of him, we're going to have to draw on collective experience.

[Waver also suspects that Lancelot will give a clearer narrative.]

I'll see what I can dig up. I can't promise a hard deadline though.

[At that, Lancelot's brows raised. That was an oddity--he hadn't expected Waver to feel that much concern for him; though, he hadn't expected much anyone to feel concern for him, none the less apologize when he took injury as a result.]

I had sought a man for battle. If I were so arrogant to expect myself to leave every battle unscathed, then I would not be deserving of even a fraction of the talent and experience I possess.

[That was to say, Lancelot wouldn't hold himself back from talking trash about Reynard.] That aside, I can tell you that he possessed a modicum of control over the shards. Precise movements and attacks with that magic seemed impossible for him. Instead, he focused on enhancing his own body instead of utilizing them as tools of magic. Fortunately, this enhancement did not seem to aid his senses. In a moment of arrogant, he sought to taunt and toy with Alice, so I cleaved him.

In short, it was the equivalent of using a rocket propelled grenade in lieu of a pistol. His power was unruly and he possessed no grace with it. To combat such a power, you must only distance him from his self control.

Ah, but--it stands to note, I suppose by this example--when he did lose control, his last-ditch effort resulted in a large explosion that destroyed Treun's market.

[Waver lets the apology response slide, and just listens. Being on the road means that he has to dig through his bags to take notes, so he'll have to come back and listen to it again later.]

There were Seelie sent to him to learn how to control their own shards before Reynard turned on them and tried to take their own. I can't say that level of precision is surprising, but the extent is what scares me.

[But it sounds like the more distractions Reynard has, the better. Especially if his senses aren't enhanced by the body modification.]

I wish that I was surprised, and I wish that hadn't screwed over their economy. Fucking Reynard.

[Lancelot resumed feeling no guilt at all about ripping Reynard nearly in half. Nope. No qualms about that ever. He nodded as he listened to Waver.]

Still. The city of Treun has survived, despite its losses. It will suffer, but it will not be wiped out.

After all--we will provide it aid. [That wasn't an empty statement. Lancelot was giving Waver a suggestion.]

I'll see what I can do. Give me a few weeks though on that front though, as I've made several large purchases in an attempt to start a business.

[Buying land and building on it isn't cheap, and with Rin here, there's two mage workshops that need to be stocked instead of just one.]

...The one who needs this the most may not be able to wait so long, sir. Though I do not prioritize my own life, there is someone who may be in danger due to this circumstance.

I'll do my best. Can you let me know if anyone else finds you information about your research request as well? No names or anything, just so that I know what you've got and I'm not repeating things at you.

I will. I'll share what information I'm given as well--as I'm certain it would be very much worthy of note.

Thank you. Please travel safely until then.

Before you go.

Do you know of the status of Reynard's kidnapped nymph? There was no one present other than Reynard in terms of his group.

I do not. I can look into the matter, if you want.

Please do.

The White Hart informed me that I must recruit the nymphs of both courts to protect Cathraon.

I'm not sure I can pry myself from my lessons quite yet.

I'll be in touch by the end of the month.

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trash talking reynard is my actual hobby in this game negl

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