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[fisherwife]

[Mipha smiles warmly when the message starts up, before bowing her head politely in greeting] Hello, everyone. I am Mipha. For those who have not met me before, my people are called the Zora and I will be glad to answer your questions; however, I have a question of my own to pose beforehand.

While I was helping to put the fires out, I found a curious list. It listed the following cities: Olympia, Wyver, Stroln, Dranbu, and Nadril, with a red line marking out Nadril. Aside from Olympia and Wyver, do these other names sound familiar at all? I know it's possibly best we all lay low for now, but if anyone makes any inquires and acquires some information, I'd like to know. They may be potential allies to keep in mind.

[You know, should anything continue going south with Wyver and Olympia.

She taps her chin thoughtfully a moment before adding:] While I'm here.. If there's anyone still recovering from the riots and needs healing, please let me know. I know healing magic that can fully heal physical injuries. While I'm residing in Olympia, I'll gladly travel to Wyver to help if I can.

[Another warm smile] That's all. Thank you for your time.

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[colorature]

Does anyone know how to make Boudin Noir?

_{[Yes, hello. Meet Diva, who's currently sitting on her bed, holding her phone at a pretty awkward angle. Sorry she's crooked. She doesn't mean to be. While everyone is rebuilding after the chaos and stressing out Diva's just hanging out, thinking about her stomach.]}

I know one needs blood to make it, and getting some won't be an issue, but I really don't know how to make sausages. I want to eat some. I haven't had any since I was in France.

_{[Sounds like things could get a little Sweeney Todd up in here, if her fangs are any clue as to what she might be.]}

I would buy some if I had money, but Solomon has it all. _{[Obligatory call out.]} Because I'd lose it.

Anyway, if you help me I'll help you!

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[winecasks]

[ Grantaire is where he usually is, huddled off with his wine in the corner of a tavern somewhere in Wyver. He doesn’t seem to be too far into this endeavor, considering he’s plenty eloquent when he decides to make a speech to the network.

It’s less than rousing. It's mostly complaints. ]

All this talk of politics has made me weary, friends. To be frank, I hardly understand it at all. I have listened. I drink, it’s true, but I listen. My ears are far better than my eyes or my memory, and no one ever tunes their conversation to exclude the fellow enjoying his drink in the corner.

[ This much seems to be true, given how he’s been rambling at length and no one has bothered to silence him. There’s chatter in the background as people enjoy their own conversations, separate from him as he drinks from the bottle. ]

I have heard things. Things about how the first to wake were welcomed gladly by Olympia, and others still were welcomed by Wyver later on. My ears are fine and well, I assure you, but my mind is perhaps foggy. It cannot comprehend what happened to create this change. Politics. Surely that is the only answer. It always is.

[ He rolls his eyes, taking another drink. ]

Well, I’ll not partake in any of it. I have no love for one city over another, no love for a king over an empress. I do not disdain monarchy, though I do not disdain those who do. I simply disdain politics. Tell me why I should choose one side or another, or why I should change my mind on the matter.