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[skeletalstar]

“Hey, Vi, you remember way back before everything turned to shit?”

[skeletalstar]

Inktober Day 5: Build

"So they made a promise

To be there

And BUILD a world

Where they'd all be safe."

[derenyanai]

Araquu Journal Session #6- Cecily and Aldrid

Time: A day after Episode Twelve Characters: Cecily, Aldrid, Willow, Navi

Posts indented like this were typed by the GM.

Posts that were not indented were typed by the players.

The aftermath of the mission at Lakeshore Library has left Cecily with an unusual dilemma. As a show of companionship, Aldrid offers his assistance...

Aldrid knocks upon Cecily's Door, standing back and wrapping his arms behind his back, waiting for her to answer said door.

It takes a few minutes before footsteps can be heard inside the apartment, getting closer to the door. Before long, Cecily opened the and faces Aldrid. “Aldrid?” Cecily raises her visible eyebrow. “What are you doing here? And... when did you find out where I live?”

"To answer ze latter question..." Aldrid starts. "I'm essentially a detective, I figured it out. As for the former..." He looks her over. "...You have a date, no?"

“Um, apparently yes,” Cecily said, darting her eyes to the side. She admittedly wasn’t trying to focus too hard on that situation she put herself in. That case O’Hara gave them at the library gave them much desired access to any type of research. And in order to improve her job’s efficiency... she accepted a date with a witch named Willow. Still not 100% sure what her thinking was on that choice. “Wait, why are you asking?”

"...When you accepted said date your eyes dilated nearly fifteen percent, the lids widened and your breath shortened. You also perspired slightly... this believes me to believe you are nervous about such a thing, or...more accurately, you have no idea what you are doing."

“H-huh?” Cecily said in visible befuddlement. “What kind of weird deduction is that? Do you do that to everyone you work with?”

"Only those who are horrendously out of their depth." He responds.

Cecily only raises a finger to retort, before slumping over in defeat. “Ugh, I have no idea how a date works,” she groans. “I’ve spend most of my time practicing swordsmanship, not stuff like this. What did I get myself into?”

"Hence, I will assist you on this." He says simply.

“You’re going to what now?” Cecily said with sudden concern.

"I will assist you in preparing for your date."

“What?!” her eye widened. “Why?!”

"...Because you look like you need it." He states. "may I come in?"

“But, wait, I...” Cecily tried to protest before facepalming. “Ugh, come inside.”

Aldrid nods gently. "Danke..." He says as he enters the home...and immediately removes his shoes.

Cecily’s apartment doesn’t seem messy inside, granted it’s only her living there, but it’s at least well kept. The eye patched swordswoman over to the open room that acts as the small living room and sits on the couch. “So... how do you plan on helping me exactly?”

"Well, we can start with your expectations." Aldrid says. "What do you expect to happen on zis date?"

“Uh...” Cecily only rubs the back of her head. “...people getting to know each other or something?” Well... that’s one of the basic principles.

"Very good." Aldrid nods. "It is... something akin to fencing." he says, trying to help her find common ground. "In a way, you must show her who you are and what you are made of... yet- you must also keep your own motives and wishes more secretive... give a little, but not too much, yes?"

“Uh, okay, that’s a fair analogy,” Cecily cuffed her chin in thought. Like fencing? Sure she never specialize in that type of swordsplay, but she studied enough on the style itself. So in a way the comparison made sense. “Is that really all there is to it? Or is that just the nutshell?”

He chuckles. "If I could explain it as simply as that, I would not have bothered coming over... no- I believe you will be fine with the general concept. It is the... fine technique that I am worried about." He states.

“...Fine technique?” Cecily said in confusion. She for some reason didn’t feel as confident when he used those terms regarding the topic. “What do you mean by that?”

"For instance... what do you intend to wear?"

“Wouldn’t what I usually wear be just fine?” Cecily asks. Oh dear.

"Precisely." He sighs. "You must give an impression of yourself beyond what you are seen as normally."

“And, dare I ask, how would I do that?”

"...What are your nicest clothes?"

“Uh...” Cecily tried to dig into her memory. “Well, I have a formal dress that I usually wear at traditional gatherings but...”

"May I see it, please?"

A buzz from Cecily's phone as she gets a text message. And then, a few moments later, Aldrid gets one as well.

“Uh, yeah, just... one sec,” Cecily claps her hands together and looks at her phone.

Aldrid sighs, annoyed. How many times does he have to tell people not to text him?! He checks his messages, his phone flips up satisfyingly. 

Both messages are from Willow! The one for Cecily reads: 'Hey I just realized we didn't actually figure out any details when should we meet up how formal etc etc??' The one for Aldrid reads: 'YOU KNOW CECILY RIGHT I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO IMPRESS HER I HAVEN'T BEEN ON A DATE IN EVER'

Crap, it’s Willow. Cecily should of figured that the witch would contact her first. But how the hell would she respond? In a slight panic, she only points at her screen to Aldrid because the man apparently knows more about this date stuff than the swordswoman does.

Aldrid pauses. "..." He sighs... and tries with all his might to not facepalm at this situation. "...I- ..." He then realizes what he's just gotten himself into. "...Please be prepared with coffee, we will be here a while."

“I only have tea, will that work?” Cecily sheepishly smiles.

"It will." He texts back 'TTYL PLS DN TXT"

Damn number-text things.

“Thanks, also what should I respond to this? Should I say a cafe or something?” Cecily says, still pointing at her phone screen.

"I would say... yes, a cafe would be a neutral and easy to work with locale."

“Right!” Cecily nodded, as she begins to quickly text the following: ’Café Bleu de la Lune should work. Just wear whatever makes you look best I guess’ After sending she puts her phone down and begins making tea.

Aldrid sighs, pulling up a notepad and starting to take notes.

It takes a good few minutes before Cecily gets the kettle of water hot enough and begins spooning in the tea leaves. Once she finishes steeping it, she pours out the completed drink into a mug and walks over to Aldrid with it. “So... what do you suggest I do?”

Aldrid looks toward her and takes the tea. "Danke... well, the first thing as I said, is that you must dress properly for the occasion. Considering this is a cafe and not say... a high end restaurant, you have more options." He says. "Although, you must still look your best... for instance, do you have a comb about?"

“Of course,” she nodded. “Is my usual hair style not going to do?”

"It will be fine. However we will want to take a few of those tangles out." He smiles. "...It is also my experience that if you wish to make a good first impression, a gift would help. Considering her interests, I have something that will help."

“If you say so,” she sighs, now sitting down. “I’ll just wear something more... casual and nice.”

He nods. "I believe that would be best, yes." He strokes his chin lightly as he reaches into his coat and pulls out a little tome and hands it to her.

Cecily only eyes up the book and holds it. “A tome?” She asks. “That... should work really well. Thanks.”

"To be specifc, it has information about very difficult to find and unusual ingredients. With notations from... er... my teacher." He explains. "She should find it rather useful."

Cecily places it back onto the table and stretches. “I guess I should go ahead and change, so that I know what I’m going to wear,” she sighs. “You just enjoy your tea while you wait.”

"Danke." He says as he sits back and pulls out a book... said book being a...  comic trade of sorts? Some sort of retelling of a superheroes' adventures, the Mighty Brutalibre to be precise.

It takes time for her to change, and before long, Cecily comes back out wearing a white tanktop and an open jacket over it. Also on her was a skirt and black boots, complimented with stockings. She’s holding her sword next to her waist and using the other hand to scratch her cheek. “Will this do?”

"You look nice, yes this is acceptable." Aldrid smiles genuinely. "However, I have a thought." He gestures to her blade. "I do not recommend carrying that in a relaxed setting."

"...fair point, eh heh," Cecily laughs, placing her sword against the wall.

"...Relaxed?" He asks, looking her body language over.

"Still... a bit anxious about the whole scenario," she admitted. "Is that normal?"

"I would be worried if you weren't feeling it." He kinda helps her with her posture.

“Well, that’s kind of comforting... in a weird sort of way,” walking over to where she left the tome.

"Is this your first then?"

"If that wasn't evident already, then yes," Cecily answered. "The most I know is from what my parents use to retell me in stories at some occasions."

"And how old are you?" Aldrid asks, crossing his arms.

"19, why?"

"Ah, you carry yourself as someone far older in most other respects. I had thought you such."

"That's suppose to be a compliment, right?"

"It was not meant to offend, just an observation." He states.

BZZ BZZ- Oh, a group message just came through. At some point, I suppose one of the DISC unit set up a group message window so they could send relevant messages to each other. For convenience's sake, or something. Anyway, the message is from Navi. It reads, "Taking Survey: is the best way to calm someone down punching them in the face"

Cecily only sweatdrops as she looks over the text and simply begins typing. 'No... should I ask why?'

'A friend of mine is freakin' out, something about a date and not wanting to be rude and bother the girl, tryin' to get her to calm her tits.'

"..." Oh lord help her. She had a feeling on who Navi was referring to. 'Is that so? Did she say who it was?'

'Hot Library Swordslady'

Oh yeah, they never traded names. God the situation is more awkward than expected. 'She'll be fine, the lady probably doesn't know any more what to do than her.' Well, that's certainly not a lie.

'How do I calm her down to tell her that, you haven't answered the first question, she's considering camping at the location if she doesn't get a time to meet'

'...I can explain.' Cecily anxiously texted back. It's clear that Navi knows.

'I'm not sure you can.'

'It was a case of situation and it just happened, I will explain this in detail later if you really want, just tell Willow that I'll be ready and heading over to the cafe shortly.' Cecily had to resist the urge to cover her face with a free hand.

'Will do. And Cecily, if you do anything to hurt her? Nothing in the city will make you able to hide from me.'

'Yes ma'am' gulped the swordswoman. No pressure or anything.

Aldrid glances to Cecily and blinks. "...You look as though you've contracted rotgut within the last twenty minutes, is something wrong?"

“Apparently, Navi knows Willow,” Cecily sweatdrops. “And... has established a type of ‘mutual understanding’.”

"I see." Aldrid looks on, rather surprised.

“That being said, she might kill me if I mess this up,” the swordswoman facepalms.

"I had suspected a close relationship between the two, however I did not account for the possibility that she was... that protective?"

“Well, it’s a good thing you showed up to help me,” she sighed. Can’t tell if that’s sarcasm or honesty. The mood in her voice is a bit mixed.

Aldrid just sorta walks up, places both hands on her shoulders and looks her in the eye. "You will be fine... if you have no intention of hurting her feelings I have no doubt you will be fine."

"...You have a point," Cecily says, darting her visible eye to the side. "I'm just overthinking this now, aren't I?"

"There is that possibility." Aldrid states. "...Now whether you succeed or fail, you'll still come away knowing more about yourself and a potential partner. Yes?"

“I, uh, wouldn’t know about potential partner just yet,” she awkwardly replied. “But... I guess it doesn’t hurt to be optimistic, eh heh.”

"Heh, just...keep an open mind."

“Sure thing,” Cecily says, taking a step back. “So... do I look ready?”

"...As ready as you can be." He nods.

“Heh, that’s better than nothing,” she smiles. “Thanks Aldrid.”

"Not a problem." He pats her on the shoulder. "If you need anything else do not hesitate."

“Sure thing.” Cecily walks back over to the table, grabbing the tome Aldrid gave to her. “I hope this isn’t a charged service like how you help us on missions,” she joked.

He chuckles. "Twenty percent on the meal." He responds equally joking.

Cecily laughs in response. “...That is a joke right?”

Aldrid chuckles.

Cecily only squints her eye at Aldrid.

He sighs. "In all seriousness, I make more than enough on my pay. I have no need to open business in the realm of date advice."

“Certainly would be odd for a Monster Hunter to be selling that kind of service,” Cecily mused. “How would you even advertise that?”

"...There are individuals who have a taste for dating monsters. The sentient sort, of course."

“I’d find it strange if not,” Cecily sweatdrops. “Anyways, If you think I’m ready, I should probably get going.”

Aldrid nods. "...Here-" He passes her an address. "If you need me, this is where I'm staying."

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Cecily takes the info. “Wish me luck.”

[[END OF JOURNAL SESSION...?]]

[derenyanai]

Araquu Journal Session #1- Aldrid

Time: Just after Episode Nine Characters: Aldrid, Navi, Willow

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Posts that were not indented were typed by the player.

Shortly after leaving the warehouse...

Aldrid, having decided to investigate the source of the illegal materials, starts simply by looking for the shadiest possible bar in the shadiest possible part of town he can find. First step, locate possible smugglers.

Perhaps (un)fortunately, the shadiest part of town actually happens to be the very warehouse district that the warehouse you just left is in. That's probably why our culprit set up shop there- the shadiest part of town means people aren't going to be exploring there very much. As you walk, though, you feel someone following you.

Aldrid continues to walk down the street, the street lights covered in fog about him, he glances back to try and see what's following him... before continuing forward, expecting that whoever this is will spring their trap whenever they feel up to it... or approach whenever they're ready. He holds his hand close to his pistol just in case he needs it.

It would be nice to hold your hand to your pistol, if you hadn't left your pistol and knife back with Cecily in the warehouse. Fortunately, Navi isn't making any effort to remain hidden as she approaches you. She makes a motion that looks like she's rolling her eyes under her hood, before shoving your weapons back into your hands. "Try to not forget these when you leave places next time?" she scolds you.

"...Mm, I'm never without weapons. But thank you," he states with a neutral voice, taking the dagger and the pistol, replacing both in their respective holsters.

Navi shakes her head. "Do you need an extra pair of hands, or should I just head back to my place?" she asks, glancing around. "On one hand I'm sure you can handle yourself, but on the other I'd feel bad if I just left and you got your ass kicked." Navi is offering her assistance in the investigation. Do you wish to accept it?

"...I'll not turn down help," Aldrid states as he waves for her to follow.

With Navi in tow, you wander the streets a little bit before finding a bar called the Sleepy Hollow. The building is old, and it looks like it's seen much better days. A man is smoking outside, and inside seems to be filled with all sorts of shady folks. This seems to be a regular hangout for various seedy individuals- that much is immediately evident as you walk in.

"..." Aldrid glances back at Navi, basically as if to ensure she's still behind him. He proceeds to go right up to the bar and take a seat... waiting for the bartender to take notice.

Navi takes a seat beside you. The bartender moves over to greet you after a moment, with a smile. He's an older man, though there's a particular air around him that indicates you may not want to underestimate him. "Welcome to the Sleepy Hollow. What can I get for you?" he asks.

"...One vodka, clean glass," he states, looking to the bartender, showing no signs of wanting to underestimate him. "...And a recommendation." He places a business card on the bar, showing his purpose seemingly.

The bartender takes the business card as he passes a drink over to Aldrid, then takes Navi's order. Once she's got a drink, he looks over the business card. "A monster hunter?" he asks, though he sounds more interested than confused. "What brings you to these parts?"

"Entire city full of mages, occult rituals and dimensional entities? It sounds like a town I could make a lot of money in," he states, completely and brutally honestly.

"I see, though I was more referring to this part of town. It's not exactly the friendliest neighborhood," he explains. "The only ones who come here are those who live here or those looking for trouble. If I may rephrase my earlier question with that in mind, which are you? Do you reside in this area, or are you looking for trouble?"

"...Allow me to propose a third alternative. I'm the kind of individual who stops trouble as it starts," he states. "...Looking for trouble is an apt way of putting it. But I finish it, I don't start it."

The bartender nods in response to this, taking Navi's now empty glass to clean out. "Are you looking for a particular kind of trouble, then? We get all sorts in this area."

"I wish to know if there are any troublesome monsters about... and what some are willing to pay to have them eliminated."

"This isn't exactly the best place to go asking after monsters, I'm afraid. The most you'll get is people grumbling into their glasses about recent losses, either to the law or whatever they come across. If you're looking for whispers and words, perhaps- but monsters don't come to bars." He pauses. "Unless you count Navine, I suppose."

Aldrid glances to Navi... somehow not surprised. "Well, where do monsters come in a city such as this then?" he asks.

"That depends what sort you seek. Monsters in human form hide in society, while humans in monster form hide from it." The bartender gives a knowing smile. "Are you looking for something in particular?"

He shrugs. "Usually someone who has a problem who also has the money to pay," he says. "Possibly someone running a business?"

"There are many small businesses in this area. My bar is one of them," the bartender smiles. "There are places that sell magical items, places that sell weaponry, and a few more than shady areas that the law doesn't check out as much as they probably should."

"Hmm... well, if anyone was in need of an exterminator it might be... a reagent dealer, or someone who deals with ingredients." He says. "Anyone like that?"

He nods. "There's a shop not too far from here. The address escapes me, but Navi can show you the way there, if you'd like."

He nods as well, finishing his drink. "Thank you. If you have any monster problems let me know."

The man nods. "I will do so. Thank you for your business."

Navi stretches and pays the man for both of their drinks.

Aldrid pauses, having been pulling out his wallet... and replaces it promptly. "So, to this reagent dealer then."

Navi nods. "Right this way, Monster Hunter," she says, motioning for him to follow.

He follows along. "...How long have you been in this city if I may ask? You seem to have an intimate knowledge."

"About six months now?" Navi shrugs a shoulder. "But I have it easier than most. I don't get lost."

"Hmm, fair enough," Aldrid says with his arms folded behind his back.

After a rather short amount of walking - probably about half the time it'd have taken Aldrid to find the place on his own - they arrive outside of a quiet little shop called Potions in Motion. Navi holds the door open for him, so that he can enter the shop.

And he does indeed enter, looking about, partially to take in tactical advantages if the meeting goes bad, partially to check for useful ingredients for his own potions... and to get an idea of the kind of person they're dealing with.

The store is quaint, with various bottles and things lining the walls, pictures and newspaper clippings here and there, as well as rules of the shop - 'DON'T STEAL WHAT ISN'T YOURS; DON'T HARM WHAT YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO; ACT AS IF THEY ARE YOUR PRECIOUS PEOPLE' - hung in places they will be easily noticed. There's a counter in front of Aldrid, made of glass and displaying various ingredients for magic-making, several of which would otherwise be difficult to get ones' hands on. There doesn't appear to be anyone behind it right now, though there is a door leading to a back room, and a white-furred Pomeranian is taking a nap on top of the counter.

"..." Aldrid goes up to the glass case and looks over the various goods.

Everything is laid out in a clear manner, listing price (for single pieces and for bulk), purpose (what potions and magical rituals these are usually used for), and warnings (don't use for these things; inhaling this scent can cause these problems, etc). The dog yawns and stretches, adjusting its posture as it watches Aldrid with golden eyes.

"..." And Aldrid immediately attempts to size up this dog. It's not good to take everything at face value in a magic shop.

There's certainly something odd about the dog, what with its golden eyes, but it's just so cute that you can't bring yourself to find it suspicious. Look at this fluffy dog. It wants pets. Pet it, you monster.

And Aldrid just kinda stands there. "...Are you influencing me? Because if so that is rather impressive."

The dog tilts its head, staring at Aldrid, as Navi finally enters the shop and gives the Pomeranian pets. "No, he's just that cute," Navi smiles as she pets the dog. "Who's a good boy? You're a good boy, yes you are, yes you are."

 "Is someone out there?" a female voice calls from the back room. "Give me a minute, I can't step away from this! If you have any orders tell the dog!"

Aldrid, having initially suspected that this dog was in fact the shopkeeper now feels rather silly, as he reaches over and pets dog. Apparently working with supernatural entities as a career causes paranoia. Either way however he calls out, "I shall wait! ...However..." He points to what appears to be a green rock in the cabinet. "How much?"

"Depends on how many you want- ooh, yes, that's a good spot," the dog wags its tail as it obtains scritches and pets while answering Aldrid's question. "One for one, twelve for ten. You get a discount if you buy in bulk, and since you're here with Navi you get even more off."

"Navi's here?!" the person in the back room yelps. "H-Hold on, I'll be right out!"

Aldrid immediately pulls a piece of pure silver out of his wallet... the sort used to disrupt magical fields and in recipes to deal with lycanthropes and other magical beasties. "To my knowledge that should pay for a good deal of it."

The dog paws the silver, then picks it up in its mouth and moves over to a register, where it begins operating the thing to ring up Aldrid's purchases.

 After a few moments, the back door opens, and a young woman with blonde hair and blue eyes dressed in a frilly pink dress, black gloves, and a witch's hat emerges, leaning on the counter. "Hello, welcome to Potions in Motion! What can I help you with today?" She waves and winks at Navi, who waves back but lets Aldrid do his thing.

"I am new to this city, and am trying to look for work," he states, noting the interaction between the two before passing his card to her. "Have you had any monster problems recently? I'd imagine a reagent shop would attract a fair share."

"Now and again, but Erik and I can handle most anything that comes our way. For the most part, anyway..." She's not being entirely truthful, but that's mostly because she has no way of verifying your capabilities. Based on what you can tell, she's not willing to hire someone who she knows nothing about.

The dog gives Aldrid his change, and retrieves the green rocks for him.

"For the most part?" he asks as he takes some of the rocks there, sure to pull a black bag thing and place them within it.

"Now and again there's some stuff we can't handle, but it's better for us to give 'em what they want and let the police know after the fact than risk our lives for some stupid sense of justice or something," she shrugs a shoulder.

"Besides, if we die, who's gonna sell these things?" the dog asks.

"Hmm... what sort of monsters are we talking?" Aldrid asks. "If you don't know the name I can settle for a physical description..."

"With all due respects, sir, I cannot in good conscious send you off to fight things that might kill you," the woman frowns.

"I'm not asking for their location, I'm asking what they look like," Aldrid states. "I'm also not a young upstart. I've been doing this sort of work for a very long time. I'll be the judge of whether something is too dangerous for me to handle."

The woman stares silently for a moment, apparently not convinced, until Navi speaks up. "It's fine. Even if he can't handle it, he has friends who can help him out."

She looks over, apparently shocked by Navi vouching for him, but nods. "The ones I wasn't able to handle are some fuzzy guys, some suave jerks who thought they could use seduction magic on me, and this one guy who was way stronger than what he looked like," the woman explains, apparently not good at descriptions.

"...Hm... any particular smells stand out? Were they bipedal?"

"He walked on two legs but didn't smell like someone who should," the dog speaks up. "Some sorta creature using magic to look like a human. Haven't smelled it before, though, so I couldn't tell you what he smelled like." 

The woman nods. "Erik's right. He looked like a human, but humans don't have golden eyes like that. Unless you're Navi, and Navi's a special case."

"...Hmm." He strokes his beard gently. "Did they break anything or interact with anything while they were here?"

She shakes her head. "He was the very definition of polite, until I told him I couldn't give him what he was looking for unless he had explicit permission from the Council... and then- well, I really thought I was gonna die."

Aldrid nods. "I understand, it is never an easy nor calming experience to be facing any sort of hostile supernatural entity," he re-assures her. "They did attack you however then? Or was it merely threats?"

"Look. Between the two of us?" the woman leans in a bit closer. "If he'd attacked me, I wouldn't be talking to you right now."

He strokes his beard a bit more and tries to put together the information he has been given to this point. "And... what precisely were they after? ...Ingredients for some form of ritual?"

"Bunch of stuff I don't usually stock. I use 'em for my personal potions and things, but I don't know if anywhere else in the city stocks them. I have to have special permission just to have them in the city," she explains. "Lots of usually illegal materials."

"Specifically..." And he lists some of the ingredients used in the ritual for destroying magical items.

The woman blinks in apparent shock. "D- Do you know him or something? Did he send you to get more of them?"

"No, I'm working on another case, with Navi," he confesses. "There were traces of those same ingredients used in a ritual.  A ritual for destroying magical items." Aldrid says plainly.

"Yeesh... now I'm really concerned," the woman frowns. "Navi, what kinda stuff are you getting into? Is this why you haven't been able to stop by as often?" She pouts at Navi, using puppy eyes probably taught to her by Erik the Pomeranian.

Aldrid chuckles. "But... thank you for the information. I believe it will be very useful in the future." He offers his hand in respect.

She shakes his hand. "I'm Willow, by the way. You got a name, hunter?"

"I am Aldrid." If Willow has knowledge of the outside world the name Aldrid is kinda pretty well known in the eastern parts of Europe, as he's been responsible for stopping a LOT of monsters out there.

"Nice to meet you, Aldrid!" It doesn't appear that she's heard of the name, based on the lack of difference in how she's interacting with him. "Well, you're welcome to come back anytime. Oh- um, Navi, if you have time, can you run this out?" She passes a box to Navi, who nods and takes it, heading out of the shop.

Aldrid nods as well. "...By the way, if you happen to pick up any aged nightshade please let me know, I may need some soon."

"You got a number I should call, or should I just send Erik to find you?"

He passes her the number.

"Much obliged! I'll give you a call if something happens or when I get some of that in. I'm expecting a shipment soon, actually!" Willow smiles. "See you around, Aldrid!"

"A good day to you!" And he leaves as well, having gotten his answer... and going to do more reading to try and figure out what he's dealing with.

[[END OF JOURNAL SESSION]]

[kinkyhobbitconfessions]

#2478 From the desolation of smaug extended edition I got the feelin Alfrid is in love with Bard. I could ship it.