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[At least it's practical! Don't expect a thank you card, though.]
[Javik normally detested the dictated text function, but right now, he was too tired. Not enough sleep, and too much time spent walking in someone else's dreams. He took advantage of the faceless communication for once.]
Occasionally. Our enemy concentrated on cities, places with dense population. This was usually not forests.
Occasionally. Our enemy concentrated on cities, places with dense population. This was usually not forests.
The Seelie are coming.
[He'd said it out loud, so the locket picked it up even if he hadn't meant it be part of the conversation. She knows, and that's why she's asking.]
In a few days I am leaving to scout the Forodwaith north of Loch Noa. If the land presents natural defenses, use them. Fortify them if you can, destroy them if they can be used against you.
[He'd said it out loud, so the locket picked it up even if he hadn't meant it be part of the conversation. She knows, and that's why she's asking.]
In a few days I am leaving to scout the Forodwaith north of Loch Noa. If the land presents natural defenses, use them. Fortify them if you can, destroy them if they can be used against you.
The trees prey upon the unsuspecting, and I doubt an army will be so easily ensnared. They are also susceptible to fire.
What intel do you have on the army?
What intel do you have on the army?
Natives. Of course. You do not send your best warriors to the front.
[Thinking out loud, don't mind him.]
You will have more once I return from the Forodwaith. The weather, at least, should hinder the army. I cannot give more concrete advice; we gave more ground than we gained against the Reapers.
[Thinking out loud, don't mind him.]
You will have more once I return from the Forodwaith. The weather, at least, should hinder the army. I cannot give more concrete advice; we gave more ground than we gained against the Reapers.
[If that was the case, he wondered what the hell motivated the natives to fight under the Seelie banner.]
If... that is an option. [Magic, ugh.] Should you require my aid in combat, do not hesitate to contact me.
If... that is an option. [Magic, ugh.] Should you require my aid in combat, do not hesitate to contact me.
I am still alive.
[He's never okay, and sounds just as tired as Ben. At least they're both awake for this conversation.]
[He's never okay, and sounds just as tired as Ben. At least they're both awake for this conversation.]
[A bath, a stiff drink, some stitches, there might some broken ribs in there and something to mend his torn under armor...]
No. [After a moment, he adds:] I will be at Caer Scima in a few weeks. So far only your half of the dream has come true.
No. [After a moment, he adds:] I will be at Caer Scima in a few weeks. So far only your half of the dream has come true.
I am not concerned about that. Merely curious to see what happens.
[After all, taking down a fortress was normal in his experience. Rebuilding it, like that? Not so much.]
[After all, taking down a fortress was normal in his experience. Rebuilding it, like that? Not so much.]
Doubtful. I will know soon enough.
[It's actually splendid advice, considering who he's talking to right now.]
That is not something I can promise.
That is not something I can promise.
[Because the first person he's going to call when mortally wounded is the only Seelie he knows...]
When have I lied?
When have I lied?
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