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[As Hanzo comes into focus he clears his throat, straightening his yukata as he gathers his thoughts.]

Greetings. If you do not know me, my name is Hanzo Shimada.

In light of recent events I have been more thoroughly considering starting a business to provide paid chroma replenishment services. For those who were left drained and suffering caring for dragon eggs due to lack of companionship, this would provide services to provide them with chroma to avoid depletion for a small percentage of chroma generated as payment.

Additionally these services may also be used by those who are looking for companionship further than hugging and hand holding for whatever reasons. We will not ask. I plan to have clientele remain anonymous if they so decide.

In order for something of this nature to be plausible I would need to know if there is any demand for such services and if there are any moonblessed among us that would be interested in employment as sex workers. You would be paid well, protected, and treated fairly. No one will have to take on clients that they, for any legitimate reason, are uncomfortable with.

[He leans back a bit casually in his seat instead of being rigid and upright. His father would be ashamed of his manners but made proud by Hanzo's initiative, so he briefly offers a smile as he moves stray strands of hair from his face.]

As stated before, I understand this topic may be taboo for some, so you are free to leave feedback publicly or anonymously. Could you support a business venture like this? Would you be willing to do work that is necessary but not necessarily easy? Let me know your thoughts, good or bad. All feedback is welcome.

Thank you for your time.

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May. 18th, 2019 10:11 pm
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I don't like these things.

[ She is a young, ghostly-looking teenaged girl, dressed oddly for some. Gwenhwyfar, if anyone notices, looks a little worn out. She would rather speak to someone in person than this bizarre method of scrying. No thanks from an impromptu departure, here she is, in all of her glory, hunkered down in the forest. Surprise. ]

And this doesn't mean I'll become dependent on it, either.

[ Her sulking changes dramatically, to something more regal, after Gwenhwyfar scoffing at herself and rolling her eyes. It's been a while since she's bothered to introduce herself properly. ]

My name is Gwenhwyfar. I come from a place where mortals, immortals, and... beings that are not human. Which, by the way, I am not. Only half... A Nephilim. If anyone wants to take issue with that, spare me your disgust and don't speak with me. However, before I find myself in another tussle, to put it mildly, this is not about that.

I was raised by a very powerful and knowledgeable archdruid -- Myrddin Wylt if anyone knows of him. The strongest of my kind. He raised me in the ways of becoming a druidess, even old magic. He taught me... the best way to survive is to acquire knowledge from the world and others around you. Like now.

[ Not mentioning the fact that her teacher was also a mad hermit in the woods, but hey. ]

I seek answers. There exists a very powerful object in my world... the Otherworld, actually. Said to be plenty, bring fortune and prosperity to kings that can obtain it. Even raise the dead and it has.

It's- [ She stops herself from elaborating further about it. ]

No, that would not be wise... I will say no further that only someone pure of heart can bring it back, allegedly. And despite the promises that it will bring, whoever seeks it will go mad and I've seen that first hand. The dead that spring from it are corrupted and not able to find rest. Something like this... it does not belong in the hands of anyone, only the gods. Yet, as it exists in the land of the gods, it is not out of the question to find a doorway to it.

I wish to seal it away. I want to close any portals or doors to it. It isn't a frivolous matter of glory or nobility, it's to spare a life. Many lifes. So I ask anyone that practices magic that knows their magic well to give me your knowledge. I offer my own knowledge in return, the knowledge of generations of what many think has died out in return, my people's knowledge. Britons, Ordovices, Celts... whatever you would like to call us.

I hope that is a simple request, despite the specifics.

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