#talemailbox

[itlw-mailbox]

[ The presence returns. ]

leaving so soon? you're better than that.

are you afraid of a little spat?

chaos and fear are what we desire

so...

so

so get back in there. i'm hungry. do you want that reward or not?

Martyn sighed, the eye was back?

“I flicked a few levers! I done what you asked, go do it yourself if you’re so set on it.” He snarled, tail flicking. Maybe he should take more caution in speaking to a Watcher, but this was just unreasonable!

[itlw-mailbox]

[ A presence appears next to Martyn. ]

ahem...

martyn inthelittlewood. we have a message for you.

upon the server hermitcraft

(with its horde of daft riffraff)

far away and very deep

a fabulous device does sleep

go, and try it on the horde

and we promise dear reward

1128 -42 2773

proceed forward

@tales-mailbox

Martyn was bored, the kind of boredom that ate away at you, leaving you itching and agonising. Not that he was doing much to curb that boredom.

Luckily, the answer to said agony seemed to appear right beside him. He startled a little, turning to see an eye? An eye that appeared to be speaking to him, so he really should be listening—

A device for him to mess with already? It really was his lucky day! Unless that was yesterday… how many lucky days can someone have? Ooh, and some coordinates! Although he does like a good hunt on occasion, the Hermitcraft server is vast, and the hermits are weirdly good at hiding their stuff (not good enough though, ha!). And with a promise of reward, you could count him right in.

“Thank ya eye-“ Likely a Watcher, actually “- Is the reward my boredom being stopped for… maybe a day or so? Or is there a different reward in mind?”