Third Dispatch. I have Advice. Written.

[trinkett]

Dear Luceti,

My efforts to gain notice by the Malnosso Organization for my considerable human resources skills have not been enough, I fear.

To this end, I shall be offering my services free of charge: Effie's Advisements. No problem is too large or too small! We shall overcome -- together.

Most Sincerely,

Effie.

[That signature has a very elegant flourish to it.]

Comments

[Action]

[rather_be_surfing]

Oh for...sometimes he wondered why he bothered with her. She was so damn stuck in her own world. It made him want to shake some damn sense into that over-poofed head of hers.

"Let me be more precise; I don't tell other people what I find out. Tends to make you less trustworthy to others. And using what I know only extends to vampires, or saving lives."

[Action]

[trinkett]

She remembered watching him fight and nodded. He was like a Peacekeeper without loyalties.

"Very precise. I do appreciate precision."

Her knuckles were still white on the journal's cover.

[Action]

[rather_be_surfing]

"You should do fine, then. Just remember to keep the as something no one would associate with you."

He'll stand, noting the clenched fingers, but saying nothing about them.

"All set?"

[Action]

[trinkett]

"Yes. Thank you. I must go, now."

There isn't anything pressing, just a keen internal sense that she might have somehow stepped over a Malnosso boundary and could be held liable for that by Them.

"Good Day, Mister Bliss."

[Action]

[rather_be_surfing]

"Take care, Ms. Trinkett."

[Action]

[trinkett]

The only reply he'll get are the hollow echoes of high heels clacking on the polished wooden floor.