Eachdraidh Locket Mail/Physical Mailbox

[oathshackledbird]

You have found the Mailbox/Inbox of Diarmuid Ua Duibhne (Lancer).  If you have business with me, please leave a message and I will return it as soon as possible.

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[oathshackledbird]

Of course! You don't even need to ask.

[Diarmuid is very relieved that it is not too late to undo some of his mistake, and it is clear on his face as he sets the compass on the desk. There is the sound of papers shuffling around as he digs out a map and some paper. Then, he settles into his chair again.]

Do you know where she is to go? Or does she have thoughts? Wherever it is, I will see her and her family there and make sure they are well set up before I leave...

[fairyfoes]

I'm going to send her north, to Srathmarbh. With spires near-complete, I'm collecting agents within the spire settlements, or placing others. If she is compromised here, known now by the sworn man of the Marshall, might be there's no place in Glaschu she wouldn't be recognised by his agents. I've no ken for how skilled a sorcerer he is.

[ She hummed quietly. ]

Only accompany her to the Gulf, well beyond Unseelie reach. I'll forward you a stipend for the road, plans and arrangements set far enough into the future to accommodate.

[oathshackledbird]

I don't know for sure either. I am sorry.

[Diarmuid takes a moment to note down very sparse notes in Ogham and then slips the note into one of his pockets.]

I will do as you say, though it doesn't seem like nearly enough...

[He pauses suddenly, expression becoming sheepish.]

I shouldn't ask anything of you after what just happened, but do you think sometime you would be willing to meet with my man Lén? Once he has recovered, that is. He's a native and has shown a surprising talent for this kind of thing. He might be of some use to you. I sent him into the underground in Daonna and he was rather successful in his tasks.

[Maybe a little too successful considering those injuries...]