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[shri]

FORM: Sending crystal.
SENDER: Lakshmi Bai
RECIPIENT: Anyone and everyone.
WHAT: Polite requests.
WHEN: After the recent group of rifters arrives back.
WHERE: The Gallows.
NOTES: Tired Queen is tired.

[ There's a little laugh of wonder and then - ] To think I spent all my time hungering after Tesla's machines... [ Clears her throat with the end of that wistful sigh, no time for what-ifs, and she adopts a far more even a tone. Dry, clipped and careful to not muddle her words. Not Tesla's machines, no, but she has heard plenty of poor announcements across radios, to want to make sure that she doesn't do the same. ]

Greetings. I am... Rani Lakshmibai, the, ah.. widower of the King, Maharaja, of Jhansi. [ There's a hesitation, unsure. But like the titles she just gave, she brushes over it quickly. ] I have a request for an individual, who would spend a few hours telling me of this place and its manners, so I might be a better guest of this... Inquisition. I have no more than what I am to receive you, but I can provide honest company in return for yours.

[ pause, and then a moment later. ] And where may I exchange jewels and gold for coin, find a decent cloth merchant and tailor, and whether the weapons the armies here supply are worth the metal they're made from. I prefer a shamsher or talwar, by preference, but any long, heavy blade suffices if its decent enough quality.

Comments

[shri]

[ The smile is more a grimace. ]

Riding, knives, how to defend yourself. How to mind yourself around human nobles and commoners alike.

[ The latter Kitty didn't need, but it was a similar sort of itinerary of activities. ]

[notacrow]

Those sound pretty important...

[ Myira purses her lips. Those are all things she needs to know if she's going to be human for a while. And Lakshmi seems pretty nice over all. ]

Alright. When do we start?

[shri]

Tomorrow morning. I'll come to call before dawn, you'll be learning to ride with me.

[ Get ready Myira, ur gunna hate her. ]