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[gotyourwallet]

[Since her memory returned after death, Vie's been searching the Keep and the outer wall for something of great importance. It's personal, and so not something she's been wanting to bring to the public eye, but desperation and a lack of other options has left Vie will little choice but to do so.]

Everyone, hello. I ah, I've a favour to ask.

[It feels weird to be talking about it, let alone to a crowd.]

Around two weeks ago I was killed, the one responsible, whether he intended my death or not, walks freely among us. At least until dusk.

[Vie is yet to decide if she'll attend or not. She's angry, but something else has the bulk of her attention.]

In my death I lost a few things. Clothes, namely. And a dagger I carried in my boot, but more importantly, I've lost a bracelet. It's brown, leather, and very important to me.

Should anyone find it, please, please return it. It means more than you'll ever know.

[A pause. Vie sighs.]

Thanks.

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[snowtop]

[Xanth stares at this entry for a long while. She doesn't know him; would she appreciate sympathy from a near stranger? But he can't just let this go by. Vie died.]

I--I, um. I... I-I don't think I-I'll be-- a-able to... find a-anything, o-of yours, b-but... I'll k-keep an eye o-open, um, a-- anyway.

[He hesitates, and then he asks,]

D-Do you.... need a-- anything?

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

Xanth. I...

[Wasn't expecting him to speak at all, but she appreciates that he did.]

I'm alright. It was a bit of a shock, but aside from a few things lost, it's okay. The loss of the bracelet worries me though.

[snowtop]

Y-Yeah, um. I-- I-I knew it-- m-meant a-- a lot, to you.

[...]

The, um, th-the-- the o-other you, I-I mean, that-- th-that I-- y-yeah.

S--Sorry.