[voice]

[sword_redemption]

[After their last conversation, Drift has realized Vandal was right. He needed to 'man up'...whatever that technically meant. And it wasn't the kind of conversation he thought you should have over comm. Or entirely sober. So he's stopped by the bar and picked up a bottle of that whiskey stuff she usually drank, and drove out to Vandal's little mobile trailer.]

[When the voice message begins, it may be clear to someone who knows Drift fairly well that he's trying to hide a sort of nervous anxiety.]

...anyone, uh, anyone seen Vandal?

((OOC: He's at Vandal's place, I'm keeping this vague here so more people who get involved can come on by the trailer and discover stuff! They will also likely discover a broken whiskey bottle from him dropping it.))

Comments

[Action]

[winged_knight]

I can do my best. But you have the advantage of knowing the inside of Liege's fortress. Perhaps we should site down with a map of the area and the fortress, and come up with a plan?

[He nods, he doesn't like it but...] Yes, I...can't imagine anything else that could do something like this.

I-- [He cycles a heavy sigh.] I don't think she wanted company. From anyone. But... [His optics linger on the metal sheeting still stacked off to the side. They should have helped her fortify the trailer at least.]

[He feels guilt and helplessness creeping over him none the less. He moves to Drift, craving some contact, some support.]

We'll do better. In the future. [There'll be one. Right? Right.]