Video emergency call

[so_dark_a_road]

[ Shortly after Henry and Maketh are murdered by Maketh’s double, Curufin is standing by the rail of the bridge that crosses the river through the lower part of the city. It is dark here and a convenient location from which to take stock. ]

This is a call to any surviving members of the City Guard.

I’m your fellow guardsman, Curufin Fëanorion. As I hope everyone is aware, many Hadriel citizens are being impersonated by hostile unknown entities. One of these imposters has just murdered Henry Percy and Maketh Tua.

I’d like to hear from any Guard members who have avoided this fate, and from anyone else who wants to help. We are all in a very bad situation, and I hope we can band together to do something about it.

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[so_dark_a_road]

That is heavy news! Thank you for telling me.

[ Brief pause while he stares at the line of text and wonders about the person behind it, and what she has experienced. ]

Are you all right?

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[dedikated]

( There's a long gap before there's an answer. )

Aye. Busy, is all, with all of this.

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[so_dark_a_road]

[ Since the account names are visible, he can see it's Kate Galloway, the administrator of the clinic. ]

I imagine you are. I have much respect for the work you do.

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[dedikated]

( It's. Not a big deal, really. )

You too. Glad someone's taking action in this mess.

( Her picture of what's happened to the guard is entirely through the network, but-

Well. Fuck. )

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[so_dark_a_road]

[ Curufin thinks it is. He's never run a clinic, but he was his eldest brother's lieutenant on the Marches of Beleriand for most of six hundred years. He organized the defenses of East Beleriand. He knows that to run anything is a heavy responsibility. And must it not be even more so, to run a facility charged with saving the lives of those whose bodies have been torn apart by the swords and spears of those who make war? It is harder to heal than to kill. Much harder. ]

[ He nods. ]

Do you need anything?

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[dedikated]

( And she's been on the front lines, fighting and dealing with all of the things that come with keeping a person safe. Both have their challenges, but the demands of battle are far worse than those of organising.

Her conscience is clearer now, most of the time. )

A drink.

( That's not entirely a joke. )

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[so_dark_a_road]

Can't do anything about that at the moment, but how about if I buy you a drink when this is all over?

[ With luck, they're both still alive by then. ]

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[dedikated]

Sure.

Good luck.

( You're going to need it, she thinks. )

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[so_dark_a_road]

Until then!

And good luck to you, too.

[ They'll both need it. ]