[E-mail: The Mano]

[unlikelypets]

I'm alive. Tell me what you got for your birthday before I report.

[In case this is Aerveas holding her tablet.]

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[nosweethome]

[ good news? what a rare commodity. ]

Ammo, grenades, and a big, brown teddy bear.

[unlikelypets]

Good.

I'm in Omghan. Pretty fucked up, I'm gonna lay low until I'm better then meet up with you.

I also have reliable intel. Aerveas is the Vohu. One of the druids I fought let it slip.

[nosweethome]

[ are you fucking pulling her leg, chisaki? but then she remembers that exchange between herself and the vohu. ]

I'd hate to know what godly cramps feel like. Are the paladins helping you?

The druids petrified the Undertow.

[unlikelypets]

I didn't go to 'em. I knew an alchemist who retired out here. Seemed like a good place to go that'd be harder to track.

I heard about it. Did you guys find some place safe?

[nosweethome]

Does this alchemist retain ties to their guild? If you intend to return, we might as well load you up with as many potions as possible.

Or perhaps you might be of greater use there. What of the rogue with the contraband?

[unlikelypets]

Not so much. If I head into the Nenakret, I can find 'em. Or that rogue.

I just dress up like a dumb Earth kid and no one stops to think I'm a hunter.

[nosweethome]

There is no rush for you to return immediately. One will make little difference. Focus on your recovery. Keep an ear and an eye open for sympathizers to our or the berserker's guild.

[unlikelypets]

Yeah. Will do. I find something useful, I'll tell you.