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[nachocheese]

(OOC: This post is backdated to February 6th, before the Clawing.)

I need to speak to someone in Thyvault's entourage.

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[nachocheese]

[ Oh, God. ]

Okayyy. So. You know how you can see conversations on this sometimes even if you're not part of them? And you know how sometimes people who aren't part of our group sometimes use these things, too?

Well, somebody who might take offense might be reading this conversation but not talking to us right now. You get me?

[downswing]

We were supplied these mechanisms in confidence.

[nachocheese]

Yeah.

[ He'd sound unconvinced if they were talking in person, but they aren't. Sorry! He's not deliberately trying to be difficult, but the paranoia that's followed him since before he arrived here is hard to just shake off. He can still think of a million ways these conversations could be compromised, but it might still be better just to tell this guy what he knows and get it over with.

And anyway, he was definitely preoccupied and sort-of-but-not-really-listening when the device was explained to him! But shhh. ]

So you really only want to do it this way, huh? Can't talk you out of it?

sob apols less him, more me, I'm at log capacity at the mo

[downswing]

Swifter.

no worries at all! <3 i totally get it

[nachocheese]

Alright.

You know the old dead king? Not the real sick prince they have now. I mean the king before him? He insulted all of the merchants when he was alive. Said they were "parasites," taking advantage of Alem's situation. That's why all of the merchants are so bitter now. Or one of the reasons, anyway. They thought Thyvault might have more sense, from what I heard. Then Deimar comes along.

Anyway, they all seem pretty convinced Rathakku is going to win and Alem is going to bite it, but from what I hear the old king thought he could win. Eles said she felt like he thought he didn't need anyone's help.

Don't know if that helps you, man, but that's what I've got.

[downswing]

You... are skilled with gleaning.

[nachocheese]

Thanks, man. Any way you could point me in the right direction for the right guy to give all of this to? Or... maybe you're the right guy?

[ Please be the right guy! Or know the right guy! Or the right girl! ]

[downswing]

I am little skilled in diplomacy.

Perhaps... Beitang Moran. The Doctor. Allison Hargreeves.

[nachocheese]

[ Hey! He knows one of those names! It's a start, anyway. ]

Thanks.

[downswing]

Apologies for scarce assistance.