144.98750: PUBLIC CHANNEL, D90 (evening)

[whattaprick]

[ Hey, guess who has his voice back? Turns out traveling to Mainframe gives you plenty of voices to hear. But is he actually going to report back with anything useful? ]

"All of Man’s works, all his cities, all his empires, all his monuments will one day crumble to dust. Even the houses of my own dear readers must – though it be for just one day, one hour be ruined and become houses where the stones are mortared with moonlight, windowed with starlight and furnished with the dusty wind. It is said that in that day, in that hour, our houses become the possessions of the Raven King."

[ For once, his voice isn't carrying that edge of mocking, actually managing to sound solemn and thoughtful -- not that it lasts. There's the sound of a book being snapped shut, and Lambert resumes the rest of the radio post speaking in his normal tone of voice: just a touch insufferably smug. ]

Maybe Master Strange should consider becoming a poet, if he ever gets bored of being a magician.

[ And then, as an off-handed follow-up to that: ]

All scouts and nightrunners, report in. Let 'em know what they're in for.

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[anti_nonsense]

[She met one? How would he know that? Rita's only met a few people since coming here, and narrowing it down from there... oh. There's one possibility.]

... You're that guy with the horns. [He did give her his name, but... well, she'd probably remember it if she saw it again.]

[whattaprick]

That's me. Lambert. Mordio, right?

[ Continuing the grand tradition of only calling mages by their last names ... ]

Thanks for the help, by the way.

[anti_nonsense]

Yeah, that's me. [It's what people in Aspio normally called her, so she's fine with it.]

It was nothing. I'm just glad that crap's over and done with.

[whattaprick]

[ At that, he scowls-- it's audible in his voice, even if he isn't visible. ]

So am I.

[ He'd say he hopes it doesn't happen again, but he knows that's just begging for trouble. ]