Voice.

[outer_npcs]

[It's not quite dawn on Saturday; there's a faint bleaching on the edge of the horizon, but everything is still dark and hazy with a sluggish mist of rain.]

The flood's rising. Washing everything away. There won't be anything but bones left when it's through.

We have to stop it. Have to-

[There's a rustle in the background, and an indistinct male voice saying something that might be 'come away'. A low, grinding distortion picks up, as though something's been pressed over the microphone - perhaps by accident - before the feed cuts out entirely.]

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[professorwolf]

[After all this time, at least Lyall knows who that voice belongs to, though he hasn't entirely come to believe she can actually tell the future like other people here say. That seems a bit much to believe, even after all he's seen here.

But the sudden interruption does make him pay attention, and attempt to reply.]

Madam? Is everything all right?

[Audio]

[knightoflight]

Have you spoken with her before?

[Audio]

[professorwolf]

Only in passing.

[As in, he's doffed his hat to her a time or two, but not much more than that.]

She resides in the Vault of Knowledge, most of the time. I'm not entirely certain how much is safe to say over these devices.

[Audio]

[knightoflight]

She's spoken the truth to us before although somewhat veiled.

We should spread word of this warning somehow.

[Audio]

[professorwolf]

And have someone watching for storms at sea.

[Unless it's some kind of metaphor, which is... entirely possible, he supposes. He just hopes not. He rather dislikes metaphors.]

Though I imagine we are not the only ones who will hear this transmission. It is early yet, today.

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[knightoflight]

Yes. And you're right. Still we must think what we can do to prepare.

[Wing frowns, mentally replaying the transmission.] You say she's at this 'Vault'? Have you been there?

[Because it sounds like something has happened. Something dire.]

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[professorwolf]

A time or two, yes. It's really just an underground library of sorts. Nem runs it.

[He pauses, considers Wing's size, and admits,]

I'm not entirely certain you would fit... which would probably be why you haven't been. I can go look for her, though.

[So much for getting sleep this morning. Ah, well.]