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[hyanaimne]

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❝If this is important, you are better off coming to find me. Otherwise, leave a message.❞

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[hyanaimne]

Incredibly infuriating.

10 minutes later

[miscreant]

[She does not want to ask this of Charlie, knowing how he reacted to previous information about her nature. She does not want to ask this of Chloe, whom already seemed to be hiding something from her.

That leaves Tempest.]

Will you forward me information, if you receive it?

[hyanaimne]

Of course. As soon as I know something, I will pass it along.

[miscreant]

Then I will be twice in your debt. Lucky you.

[hyanaimne]

I am honored.

Though, I do have a question. The elf who you fought with - is your magic the same as his? I am admittedly not familiar with it.

[miscreant]

Koltira? Yes. He is my military superior. We are both Death Knights -- constructed purely on necromatic and shadow magic.

[She backspaced "is" and changed it to "was" about ten times before she finally sent that message.]

[hyanaimne]

Bloody hell.

[that's it, that's all she's got for that]

[miscreant]

Normally I would ask if there was something wrong with that, but it looks even sillier now that I have typed it out. Dark magic for dark purpose and all that.

1/2

[hyanaimne]

There is nothing wrong with that, per say. Except that you are a walking poison to me.

[hyanaimne]

That came out a bit wrong. Your magic is, not you in particular.

[miscreant]

[She might hear her laugh in the cell over with how her voice echos.]

I am walking poison to most breathing creatures, precious. My sole purpose in rebirth is to torture and slaughter the living after all.

[hyanaimne]

Yes, well, unfortunately my kind does not take kindly to dark magic. Limbs turn black and die, it is not pleasant.

[miscreant]

Ah, sounds like my resurrection all over again.

Pity, that.

[She finds herself almost genuinely disappointed. Tempest's company had been one of the better ones since her arrival -- but unlike many Death Knights, she relied on additional necromancy spells to stay upright.]

[hyanaimne]

It really is. I was going to offer to find ale and see if you did not want to drink together one day.

I suppose we can do it over video, though.

[miscreant]

I would not say no. But I must warn you, it takes quite some time for me to get any sort of alcohol to stick.

[Its probably better this way -- best not get her hopes up if they end up killing her in a few days time.]

[hyanaimne]

I am no lightweight. I will consider that a challenge.

[miscreant]

Come now Tempest, what am I supposed to do when you collapse? I cannot levitate you over video, you know.

[Or...in person for that matter.]

[hyanaimne]

Please. If I can keep up with the dwarves of my world, I can keep up with you.

[miscreant]

We'll see.

[hyanaimne]

We certainly will.

a good half-hour later

[miscreant]

Oh, I'll be expecting that video to be delivered in a timely fashion.

[hyanaimne]

[that makes her burst into laughter; it's probably a surprise to the rest of the room, given how miserable she's been, especially today]

As soon as I am able, dear. I promise.