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NPC INBOX

Reach out to your (not-so-)favourite NPC here, putting their name in the comment header. Try to keep it to just quick text/audio/written exchanges or inquiries that can accept summarised answers, please!

Previous NPC inbox posts:

■ Arc I: Sa-Hareth

■ Interlude: Stairs of Sighs + Arc II: Taravast

■ Interlude: Ellethia

■ Arc III: House of Ravens

SERTHICA | ALLIED NPCs | OTHERS

SERTHICA

	ARABELLA Mistress of discipline and Minaras' Watch ships, and member of the ruling governance. Her manner at once innocent, ruthless and cold-blooded. Mother to clockwork children.
	CAIN D'UBIQ Foremost dragon rider and gentleman of Eidris, accepted by the great fire-breathing Ashtart. War hero of the conflict with Minaras. Too young for his rank and achievements. Patron of several dragon schools. Appears perpetually absent-minded, thoughts astray.
	MA'AM MARIOL Motherly figure to the orphans of Serthica's impoverished underworld of exiles, the Mouse House. After years of rearing, prone to treating everyone as children. Her temper runs hotter than a first glance might indicate. Knows just about everyone.
	(KING) THIVAR II Formerly king of Serthica, holding a diminished court in Eidris — the single citadel contingent that still recognises his authority. Headstrong, firm, dignified. Claims Minaras and Serthica's dragons as his birthright.
	CHRICHTER Only available to those who join Remembrance. Leader of the radical Remembrance resistance movement that calls for a different solution to Serthica's post-plague political landscape. Unaffiliated with Eidris or Minaras.

ALLIED NPCs

	KARSA Sorceress, young (?). Employed by the Merchant and deferential to him. Talented but fiery and frequently impatient, intolerant of fools. She will get today's job done yesterday. Struggles to sympathise with men, objections and those who cannot absorb information quickly. Enchanted the group's translation devices. Furtively left the group, bearing injury, at the end of Arc II.
	'QUICKSILVER SAM'(UEL VANE) Pirate king of great renown, master of haunted waters. Recovering from a journey through the Crossing Seas, where he summoned the drowned dead for a foolish act of vengeance with an elusive artefact he himself misunderstands. Agile, quick-witted, charming and possessed of more street smarts than many. Intent to repay his debt to the party.
	HATISSE Revived witch of the Attaryl, partly responsible for the massacre of the Stairs of Sighs. Formerly a court witch of the Attaryl. Manipulative, vicious, a trained seductress. Formidably powerful. Buried with wards and injuries by her own sisters to prevent her return. Somewhat bound to Wrath.
	ASGEIRR The ghost of a scholar monk. Haunts the tattered execution cloak that the party stole from the La Rea bank in Sa-Hareth. Once a champion of equality and freedom, he faced ire for converting his followers against the regionally profitable trade of slavery. Soft-spoken but wise and just, slow to regain his strength. Will speak to those who visit his cloak in brief interludes. Favours necromancers.
	THE MERCHANT The patron ~~saint~~ of etiquette and the eastbound getaway expedition. Seems to largely trade information alongside wares. Appreciates spices, strategy and collaboration. Has an eerie and overly cautious manner. Committed. Defends the benefit of the many, to the detriment of the few. Not travelling with the party.

OTHERS

"HALTHAM" | ANURR
The undead warlord Anurr, previously posing as gentle-mannered giant Haltham. An embodiment of Sa-Hareth's cold storms and wind, who regained his territory from contender Unhalad with the inadvertent help of the party in Arc I. Frostily rational and amenable to some negotiation.

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King Thivar II,

My name is Wei Wuxian, an artist when it comes to personal grooming by trade, and new to the city by matter of luck and merit. The warm greetings within Eidris were a balm to the spirit after long months of travel. Your letter was equally appreciated, and such was the depth of it that I wished to send you a thank you for its authorship.

Should you find yourself desiring a new look with regards to facial hair, please call upon me! I am at your service anytime.

With warmth and sincerity and the wish your your health and happinesses,
Wei Wuxian

( worried, as his senses fail to find any sense of spirits, any resentful energies, any death, any life. nothing, and nothing, and here he is trying to rouse Asgeirr from his hemmed and tendered cloak. )

Asgeirr, can you hear me?

Erstwhile captain, what berth have you found in the aftermath of our very unfortunately exciting introduction here in Serthica?

( The chaos of their arrival, followed by a summit-turned-attack, has kept Emilia busy and required prioritisation. Needs must.

Once she sees an opening, however, she seizes upon it. Remembers that when not rattled by tongue relics, Quicksilver Sam showed an appreciation for manners: )

Captain Vane.
I hope this missive finds you ( rational ) well, as I must request a moment of your time.

[ a couple of days after arriving to Serthica ]

Good day, this is Kaneki. I was wondering if it's possible for us to have a talk regarding the artefact I was told to acquire when I first arrived.

Master Scorpion! While I won't bore you with the details of how a comatose old man was kept alive and intact and out of the waters during months on ships set to disaster, and I presume, merchantile practises at odds with your own, I did want to inform you that Master Zenobius has been appearing more and more close to waking these days.

Along those lines, recommendations for medical clinics or doctors within these cities you've appointed us to integrate within?

Miss Hatisse!

At your convenience, I'd appreciate speaking with you and any observations you may have for our present, ah, location.

As well as your thoughts on the growing collection of body parts various members of our ragtag group are amassing.

Sincerely,
Wei Wuxian

A small and lovely basket containing:

• A selection of fine spices she found in Eidris markets, including cinnamon with a more complex and pronounced aroma than she's seen thus far.
• A candle with a label of Giardino Della Fortuna.

hello, dear! you and the children alright? call me please. thank you!!!

( wrath gives her time and space to recover, and then takes the opportunity to investigate the sanctuary following what occurred, and to become acclimated to minaras himself before he reaches out again: )

High Councillor Arabella, following our meeting and your understandable reaction to such a vicious attack earlier in the day, I was concerned for your wellbeing. I hope you are well. If you have sufficiently recovered and are amenable to it, I would like to speak to you further about what occurred that day.

[ After staying there those few weeks Fei knows when she's likely to catch Ma'am Mariol during an evening lull, once the children are fed and less rambunctious, it's then that she knocks on the door, sack of food liberated from the wealthier pantries and storehouses in Eidres slung over her shoulder.

When the door opens Fei sets the sack gently on the ground in the space between them, so that she can cup her fist in her palm and offer a respectful bow. ]

Honored Ma'am, I have brought things for the children.

[ She's brought questions too, but keeping the orphans here healthy and well fed is more important. Curiosity can wait. ]

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[ Whenever this happens. ]

Lady Karsa, I would beg your advice.

[ Karsa has been known to be...literal. So: ]

Please.

[ There's a lot of them in the Mouse House, currently, outsiders. Wrathion feels as if he stands out in a whole host of awkward ways -- mannerisms, dress, accent. He's tried to... dress down, at least, but he has standards.

He also has the close attention of a lot of the children, having previously offered them rewards for information. Clearly they expect more potential rewards, and some of them are... lacking the hoped-for subtlety. He attempts to work his way through them, idly catching the hand of one he suspects is reaching for his pockets and moving it on.

He grew up in a guild of thieves and assassins, you have to be faster that that kid. ]

Ma'am Mariol, a moment of your time if you don't mind. Your children here tell me that a man in white visited here some years ago, very pale. Do you recall?

WHERE DID THE COMMUNICATORS COME FROM?

What we've seen so far is heart-striking. The scales tip, and what lives or was made to be swims between the truly living in the port.

How many dragons do you know that live.

He wakes.

( It might have been for everyone's welfare, if captain Maximilian Hawk of the Dawn's Reach Trade Company gently forgot about the party and its whereabouts, but no, no.

He remembers. And he's in fine form, juggling what is surely not his first, second or third glass of brandy in this collegial video transmission to his good friend, Jim Kirk. )

Master Kirk, sir, how are you? Still in one piece? That's the man I know. You know, I tell everyone about you, James Kirk, what a dog, got a harem of whores swooning and pining after him, they pay him coin, and it's all gold — I tell them all. Funny thing, our business at sea, wasn't it? Glad it's all over, and that nonsense of, you know, Quicksilver behind us, and...

( ...trying to shoot down the party at sea? That too. A sip of the brandy. ) So, a little bird told me, new faces have taken up in Serthica, and I ask myself, sir, who could it possibly be, who'd break the isolation of that cursed fortress? Who would have the balls of, by all Gods, steel? And it turns out? Who would it be? But my friend! The Dog'o Jim. Is that right?

( With the Doctor and Finn acting as Mouse House liaisons, while Zhou Fei and Red have been raising coin for the Mouse House, they might or mightn't be surprised to receive the following message from good Mariol: )

Ah, hello there? Hello... now, won't be troubling you long, know how busy you are, you're all grown up and frightfully busy and... now, poppet, wouldn't be rushing back down here for a smidge. It's all gotten a little bit rough around the — ( Reedy, aimed in the distance: ) You stop burning your sister's hair, Theodore, ain't be making her prettier, you're not! Oh, no, no, Lily, you're plenty pretty, is not what I meant, you're a handsome, darling blossom, and we only lower the bonnet on yer face so low so people don't... steal you, is not cause we don't want to see you!

( And back to order: ) They're being rude or God-fearing, or whatever it is, upstairs, that's got their frill-filled heads sending the gas thick down again. They keep it nice and even most often, but now it's thick, and it's warm, and it's making people... sweet but sleepy and honest slow, and... a bit irritable, you know, poppet, prone to stubbing toes and drifting into people and the like. And that's when them knives come out. We don't be wantin'that. So, just keep to yerselves upstairs for a little, won't you? We'll be all sorted here, as long as — Theodore, I'm smellin'her locks again.

( You can handwave Mariol's reassurance that she and the children are fine for now, but feel free to continue the thread by commenting here if your character wants to ask other questions. You can keep this for background knowledge going into the finale, or share it with the group o/ )

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Letter left for Thivar II

Asgeirr | once in Serthica Proper

Quick Sam

Quicksilver Sam.

The Merchant ; Audio

the merchant, this would be around docking time

following kaneki's post, to hatisse

delivery for the Merchant.

ma'am mariol (day after summit; pls forgive my delay)

arabella.