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[deadelfwalking]

 

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"Leave a message, if you must."

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[miscreant]

he is vermin he shuld be culled like vermin
make them tellme

[She could probably break the door and find him herself but...]

[deadelfwalking]

[okay, that's it. he's had enough of this.]
i will do nothin gf the sortg i am going gthger

going there

N OW

[miscreant]

HOW dre you PROTECT HI M

[deadelfwalking]

it is ntot a matter of proeti

protection!! he is a trivial man
a waste of a man
do not sully yourself w his blood
RE MAIN

voice;

[miscreant]

[Ok fuck this text noise its getting too difficult. Her voice is a controlled growl.]

If he is a waste then you will allow me to dispose of him. I have sat here long enough.

[deadelfwalking]

That is not your decision, and you know it.

[miscreant]

I can prevent myself from killing him if I am able to deal with him today. I dispose of this gnawing headache, the slime perhaps learns a lesson, and Tempest has her senses returned to her. Everyone wins.

[deadelfwalking]

I doubt the matter would be resolved so cleanly. This issue is neither your business nor your jurisdiction.

[miscreant]

[Ok forcing the issue isn't working. Let's try something else. There's a bit of white noise before she squashes her pride enough to say:]

Koltira. Please. I do not know how much longer I am able to sit idle in this room.

[deadelfwalking]

So soon? We fought recently.

[miscreant]

There is so much anxiety and anger. I asked that I be relocated two days ago, but...

[Plus this thing with Jesse has just made everything worse.]

I had a visit from your little priest as well.

[deadelfwalking]

[sharply, possibly because Ashraf's made it clear that he's nothing of Koltira's.]

What?

[miscreant]

Oh yes. He attempted to heal me shortly before he left.

[deadelfwalking]

And what happened?

[Though he can guess.]

[miscreant]

Well, the spell was quite potent, so essentially cauterization. Enough that I could not strangle him when he was through.

[She's still mad.]

[deadelfwalking]

[Koltira mutters.] Thank the Light for that. Do you need assistance?

[miscreant]

[She pauses.]

They may try and give you trouble for it.

[deadelfwalking]

I am not concerned about that.

[Concerned about you.]

[miscreant]

Then no, I would not refuse.

[Maybe it'll make time pass faster.]