IC Inbox - Deer Country

[hammerbearer]

You know what to do here.

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text; un: gaia

[hammerbearer]

Oh, hello there. I'm certainly willing to help if I can. What do you need?

[distant_one]

I need you to bring me fresh human blood.

[A moment later, another text.]

Blood from the dead or unhealthy doesn't help as much.

[hammerbearer]

[ It clearly takes her a moment to respond for this one. ]

...Just to be clear, are you talking about natives of Trench, or any human, whether they're sleeper or not?

[distant_one]

Natives of Trench, not Sleeper.

[D has already tried that]

[hammerbearer]

[ There's another short pause before an answer comes. ]

Alright. I'll see what I can do. How much are you going to need precisely?

[ That's the problem with text. You never know how she's really feeling about this request. ]

[distant_one]

At least half a pint.

[Strictly speaking it's more than he needs, but it'll help with the blood thirst]

[hammerbearer]

[ At least that's less than what she was worried about D asking for. ]

That's easier than I thought. Where do I need to bring it then? Since I'm presuming you're asking me this because you can't.

[distant_one]

[D sends a very neatly drawn map and a picture of the front of a very run down building. And nothing else.]

[hammerbearer]

[ These sorts of things really shouldn't be sorted out through text. Hence why her answer is fairly straightforward. ]

I'll be there soon.