Safrona's day was inturrupted by a loud belch from her chatterstone. "SAFFY!!" Rivina bellowed at the top of her lungs. "Ish my firsht Brewfest shinsh I gots back from planshwalking!! Dey got new brews! An an an my old favorites onion cheese and smokey sausage!! And an-" The obviously drunken warlock's ramble was intterupted by an alarmed ribbit-shriek and then Rivina's uprorious laughter. "I jusht sha- *AHEM* I just SAT on a Wolpertinger - poor thing! Whoo my breath! It could wake ol' Keruptis from his grave haha! How's your day, Saffybear?"
It was not a voice that Safrona expected to hear chiming from her own chattershard, a good collection of years having spanned since that particularly chipper sound had found her again. In fact, the slurring words found a Courier briefly taciturn, well-worn with the number of similar drunken ramblings and unintelligible requests in lieu of Brewfest.
Then, the jab at the name "Keruptis" brought her back to familiarity. Slivers of known memory danced like an impish flame, sizzling with sound by association. The glint of a decorative dagger tinged with blood. The sharp crack of a whip. A peal of racous laughter. A filthy joke cutting the susurrus of old rituals. "Rivina Heartwood." The name was released like a minor revelation, then followed by an uneasy chuckle. "It's been a minute."
Another long pause stretched before Safrona would speak again. Rivina coined her name with a curious amount of confidence...inebriated or not. Did the Jester truly know who she spoke to? Enough perhaps to send her a very special package. She angled her words without accusation, wondering if Heartwood would take responsibility. The Jester of memory liked to celebrate her victories.
"I'm muddling through life as usual. Staying far away from the Brewfest grounds. But life has been....different for me since you last sent me a gift. But I think you'd somehow appreciate my latest acquisition. The Harbinger's cult got amusingly creative with their recruiting methods, though I doubt some would even know what to do with carbonated drink. Some don't have mouths. Digestive systems, even."
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At the reference to the drinks Rivina cackled like a fiend. "Right?! Ja know? Hehehehe Ja wanna whoo sent that one? Brywena - My shuckoobus!" There was another burst of inebriated laughter and the jovial warlock added "I wouldn't have even known whachu war talkin' about iffen I didn't know Bry well enough to recco- reccogni - know when she's bein' tricksy! I made her cough up the original artwork and I'm kinda impressed! Ya know how many people I've run into who'd let the whole yooniverse fall into the Void iffen they could suck on Xally's toes first? I never undastood the whole foot fetish thing, but I'd give her a tumble iffen I first slapped the dopey 'paint the universe black' ideas outta her pretty little head."
There was another pause as she belched again, though thankfully this time she remembered to turn her head and not burp directly into the chatterstone.
"Did Bry cause any trubble shneakin into ya Shtormwind offish? I know she was pretty happy wif herself getting past yer shicuri-tea. Reckons I should sneak in an give ya a grope fer ol' times sake, and temptin but yer⊠Married, I think? Ya met someone new before I left, right? A bard or shumtin?"
