[closed] a call for help

[ragweed]

FORM: Sending Crystal
SENDER: Kit Gandir
RECIPIENT: Kaisa, Herian, Yngvi, Nari (is it possible to CC people on this thing? if so, also Myr and Sina)
WHAT: A plea for assistance in dealing with this scene. (CW for death, child cruelty.)
WHEN: At the same time as the above referenced scene is going down.
WHERE: A warehouse near the docks in Lowtown.
NOTES: References to death and cruel treatment of children.

[His usual easy-going and relaxed demeanour is entirely absent; Kit spares no time for pleasantries or small-talk.]

This is Kit Gandir--I'm with Sina and Myrobalan at a warehouse by the docks. [He provides a quick description of the place and a rough idea of where it is located in relation to the rest of the harbour.] We've got a situation down here--some elf kids in [his voice catches, before he powers through it]--really bad shape. Someone had plans for them.

I've apprehended the guard posted to watch them. [Another pause.] Get here fast, we're going to need help getting the kids to safety.

Comments

[nadasharillen]

[Her voice is equally devoid of pleasantries, and is accompanied by the quiet scuffle of papers and the metallic slide and click of a knife being checked in its sheath and driven back home.]

On my way.

[inagutterson]

[Well shit, Yngvi had been expecting something bad to come of disappearances and he's not a stranger to children being part and parcel of it all (he can't be, he's lived it hasn't he?) but it surprises him how much it hurts to hear.]

I'm on my way, you need anything to help move 'em? I can bring that if you do. They cold?

[He has warm furs he can wrap round little elves.]

[ragweed]

Thank you. [Gratefully,] Anything you can bring, I bet we'll need it.

[unbrokenoath]

[ Kaisa's voice catches, and her tone is far more serious than it usually is. ]

Absolutely. I'll be right there.

Are you expecting any resistance to evacuating them? What kind of resources are you going to need?

[ragweed]

[Grimly,] someone willing to help us move a dead body.

No resistance to speak of so far, 'cept for one guard I've got trussed up like a holiday nug behind the warehouse.

[unbrokenoath]

Find it hard t' believe they left something that damning to one guard.

...Eh. I'll be there. Let 'em roll out some more goons, if they got 'em. Just hold on.