[ It's later in the afternoon when Sylvie reaches out, the sound of a teacup clinking on the saucer . ]

Two questions for the Rifters who have been here longer than I.

Firstly: Is there anything you've found that works as well as hair bleach in this world, there's a particular look I prefer and it's starting to grow out.

Secondly: There has to be better birth control here than just this disgusting tea isn't there? I feel like someone has to have found and/or concocted up something else by now.

[There's that awkward sort of pause that happens when you know someone's started a voice chat, but they haven't talked. It's sort of distinct. A faint inhale of breath, a hesitation, he has never used a sending crystal beyond this past month, don't @ him.]

Hello.

[Excellent start.]

My name is Fenris. Some of you have seen me already around the Gallows. And some of you— a number of you, I am told— know me already.

There is a gap in my memory. Due to magic, I have no doubt, but while I do not know the origin of my memory loss, that is not your concern. Trust I will find the culprit sooner or later. My point simply is that I would appreciate it if anyone who knew me would introduce themselves. And, perhaps, tell me what the nature of our relationship is.

Or, if you are a recent addition as well: this serves as well an introduction as any.

[So, like, hey! Oh, wait, also:]

Recommend a bar, if you have any. Not the Hanged Man. Quality matters little, so long you can reasonably guarantee the bartender does not spit into his wares.

So what are everyone's intentions for the new year? Personally, I'm resolved to finally bulk up. By this time next year, you'll all be calling me Biceperly.