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FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Thranduil
RECIPIENT: All characters on the Galicia and the Walrus.
WHAT: DONT BE THAT BITCH.
WHEN: During the boat flight from Minrathous.
WHERE: Boats, Ocean.
NOTES: oooh god I’m on my phone don’t make me link to thing.

Those on the Galicia saw it first hand, but to those on the Walrus, the Venatori abroad the warship pursuing us have made us an offer of safe passage in exchange for the currently incapacitated Archon Radonis, who is aboard.

I would hope [ thranduil’s voice low and dangerous. ] that no one need reminding that the Venatori are liars and their promises worth nothing.

[ but there’s one in every batch who might think first of saving their own skin, and that’s why thranduil is hanging out with the (unconscious) radonis and his friend, a knife. ]

And I would think that we would far prefer to strike fear into the hearts of the Venatori after the ordeal we were put through in Minrathous, with some of our comrades still missing and presumed captured, rather than simper and beg their mercy.

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Shit. [ that... is actually a very good point, now that he thinks of it. And yes, he has been in the middle of a storm and had a thunderclap go off directly above the ship. He nods his head, understanding what aro’s getting at, and frowns, hand coming to his chin. ]

Do you know any spells that might cloak you?

No, sadly. I knew a bard who could do that. He's -- [ He glances at Vame, and quickly changes tack. ] --irrelevant at the moment, actually.

I can hide. Cover my hair, lay low in a rowboat and cast it from there. Odds are they're not going to worry about that when they're focused on this ship, right?

Odds are they won't. If they do, jump over the side. We'll throw you a line from the ship.

[ please tell him you're one of the people who knows how to swim, Aro. ]

All right.

[ Luckily enough, he is. Also luckily, he doesn't seem intimidated. ]

Sounds like a plan. I'll get ready to move.