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Somewhere on the Deep, within the confines of the gun decks of the Revenge, Osric Melkire sighed as he laid in his hammock and perused a small slip of parchment.
Yayabuko Rorobuko
KNOWN RELATIVES CURRENTLY SERVING THE MAELSTROM
Yayabuki Rorobuki
Yayatomo Sasatomo
Tarubuko Garubuko
Mealvaan’s Gate & Arcanists’ Guild membership lists forthcoming.
He scowled, tucked the parchment away, and rolled over to fetch Hihisa’s letter. He owed the woman a response, after all.
Elsewhere, far off in the distant Goblet, Pierre Glaisyer slipped into a rather spacious apartment chamber and shut the door behind him in complete and utter silence, so stupefied was he by the sight that awaited him. Papers. Papers everywhere, from being pinned up on the walls to strewn about the floors to littering every visible worksurface. Strings, too. Many strings, leading from one piece of paper to another, in various shades of red and black and blue. The sight of it all was… surreal, to be sure, considering whose apartment this was.
“Pierre! I have it!â€
A bellyful of laughter greeted the Elezen as he rounded the corner of one of the partitions within to find Tengri Geneq waiting for him. His captain was hunched over a desk, furiously writing out what looked to be a short and punctuated letter. As he watched with one eyebrow raised high, the Xaelic man rolled up the letter, tied it with a piece of string, and turned offer the scroll of parchment to Pierre himself.
“Deliver this to Summerfield posthaste.â€
“She’s on a catamaran,†objected the former Ishgardian as he took the letter. “At sea. Ortolf is with her, as you well know. We only just finished trading shifts--"
“You speak as if mere oceans pose great difficulty. You are a Crow, are you not?â€
The demon -- for that’s what they all looked like, to Pierre, each and everyone of them, surely demonic to resemble dragons so -- the demon leaned in close and spread his hands, fingers splayed, as if performing a magic trick.
“Fly.â€
Yayabuko Rorobuko
KNOWN RELATIVES CURRENTLY SERVING THE MAELSTROM
Yayabuki Rorobuki
Yayatomo Sasatomo
Tarubuko Garubuko
Mealvaan’s Gate & Arcanists’ Guild membership lists forthcoming.
He scowled, tucked the parchment away, and rolled over to fetch Hihisa’s letter. He owed the woman a response, after all.
Elsewhere, far off in the distant Goblet, Pierre Glaisyer slipped into a rather spacious apartment chamber and shut the door behind him in complete and utter silence, so stupefied was he by the sight that awaited him. Papers. Papers everywhere, from being pinned up on the walls to strewn about the floors to littering every visible worksurface. Strings, too. Many strings, leading from one piece of paper to another, in various shades of red and black and blue. The sight of it all was… surreal, to be sure, considering whose apartment this was.
“Pierre! I have it!â€
A bellyful of laughter greeted the Elezen as he rounded the corner of one of the partitions within to find Tengri Geneq waiting for him. His captain was hunched over a desk, furiously writing out what looked to be a short and punctuated letter. As he watched with one eyebrow raised high, the Xaelic man rolled up the letter, tied it with a piece of string, and turned offer the scroll of parchment to Pierre himself.
“Deliver this to Summerfield posthaste.â€
“She’s on a catamaran,†objected the former Ishgardian as he took the letter. “At sea. Ortolf is with her, as you well know. We only just finished trading shifts--"
“You speak as if mere oceans pose great difficulty. You are a Crow, are you not?â€
The demon -- for that’s what they all looked like, to Pierre, each and everyone of them, surely demonic to resemble dragons so -- the demon leaned in close and spread his hands, fingers splayed, as if performing a magic trick.
“Fly.â€
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