[IC Inbox -- Snowblind]

[heavensreader]

Is it worki - oh. Ahem. This is Kesara Freamon. Please leave your message here and I will call back on you as soon as I can.







Wait, is it still - argh, how do I ma-

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[heavensreader]

There was -

[She stops. This is information - very valuable information. It ought to be shared, of course, with the community of explorers, but while it's all hers it has worth. Alfie had given her a story for free, but...

He'd also let her keep her dignity. He'd been kind to her. Truly kind.]

There was a ghost at the school, too - perhaps it was a ghost. I'm not sure. But someone appeared to me at the school and told me to go east and find the tunnel. I think there might be one under the slope, where the wall might have collapsed.

[devoutish]

[Score. Alfie has been collecting information since his arrival - some of it useful-sounding, some of it questionable, but not much as concrete as this. This and the town hall lead are the best things he's heard so far, he thinks - and though he reminds himself to be wary and proceed with caution in case it's a trap of some kind, he can't help but feel a spark of hope.]

Keep me updated, yeah? I'll trade for any information - in stories, skills, things I know.

[heavensreader]

[For all her distress, something in Kesara brightens. He'll trade for any information. He thinks her information is valuable. She's doing well. Any day now she'll reach the slope, and who knows what she might have to trade then... as long as she keeps going.]

I will. It's fair. You've got good stories to trade and I think - I think it'll be good if someone knows other than me. In case I die.

[devoutish]

Yeah. You take good care of yourself and do your very best to make sure that doesn't happen.

[He's kind of worried, okay. At least she seems like she has an amazingly good head on her shoulders.]

[heavensreader]

I will. [She says it with forceful determination. It could not be clearer that she does not mean to die if she can at all help it.]

And you too, Mr. Solomons. You take good care - I know it's mighty presumptuous of me, but you take good care. Yeah?

[devoutish]

Yeah.

[It's not presumptuous at all, to his mind. If she can allow him to show care and concern, then he can allow her to do the same.]

I will.