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[stormcleaver]

[The comm clicks on, and the message is short and sweet.]

Thank you.

[A pause.]

Who was the boy with the questions? I said I would speak with him.

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[audio]

[stormcleaver]

[Loe is nothing if not prompt. And he always keeps his word.]

Tell me where you are and I will come meet you.

[commentlog]

[stormcleaver]

[How handy, Loe's rather close by, having been in or near the temple for the duration of the mouse invasion. Rather than respond directly, he simply goes to the dining hall, casting a glance around until he sees someone who looks like he'd fit the voice over the comms.

Hola! Loe aqui!]

You the boy?

[pimp_hat]

Not a problem mon.

[Hopefully they aren't going to miss those barrels of gunpowder.]

[stormcleaver]

[They do, but that's not the point. They can make more.]

[mmmleather]

Ooo, is this the part where we get to demand a reward? I have a few ideas, if you are willing to... indulge me.

[stormcleaver]

You can ask for one, but whether or not you get it depends on a lot of things.

[mmmleather]

Oh ho.

In that case, might I request my reward comes in the form of a pair of strong hands, some scented oils, and, perhaps, a bit of rope?

[stormcleaver]

[...]

The rope's asking a bit much. I'm sure the smith can accommodate the rest.

[Dare you, Zevran. Dare you.]

[wayfoundwind]

No problem!

[Nothing dampens his enthusiasm, Loe. Nothing.]

[stormcleaver]

[Huh. Well. This one's easy enough to deal with, isn't it.]

[were_it_so_easy]

Would victory always be so easily attained.

[stormcleaver]

Enjoy the ease of things while you can. We're not often this lucky.

[were_it_so_easy]

Then I anticipate the next encounter.

[stormcleaver]

Hopefully it will be later rather than sooner. The mice did enough damage to our stores.