E-mail: Okor to Nealaphh

[Okor]

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The familiar rasp of the Dean of Security seeps from the dataverse device, his (Its?) voice dripping with corruption.

"Nealaphh. I have concluded my mission in Camelot. Rebecca seemed to enjoy the festivities, and after I killed some irritating rubber-man, her new... hat. I encountered two warriors of note during my time there: A Weiss Schnee, and a more... eccentric figure who declined to give their name. Schnee. Young woman, military-training. Fights with a rapier than seems to channel some form of-" Several hacking coughs break up the recording at this point. "Magic. Skilled combatant, clever, and with more fire in her than most of the weaklings I've run across. A worthy addition, if they can be convinced."

A rattling intake of breath, the distant noises of the Kingdom going about its business as wooden wheels clatter across cobblestone paths and merchants haggle over minutiae.

"And the Nameless one. Strong of will, and strong of arm. From what I saw, they'd been taking trophies from previous opponents. A salvaged arm, a length of ribbon. From their... display of scars, they established themselves as an experienced warrior, to say nothing of their skill in combat. While I doubt that they would be amendable to joining The Institute on a long-term basis, they could be a powerful, temporary asset, provided we can entice them."

"As for my own performance, I'm afraid it wasn't much more than... adequate. First opponent was Schnee, which was suitably invigorating. Next was the malleable man, who proved suitably vulnerable to gunfire. I was stymied against the final one. After a brief talk on the meaning of life, metaphysics, and the like, she blundgeoned me comatose with a rock, leaving a significant amount of my brain in the arena."

"I got better. Do you have further orders, Lord Nealaphh?"