Ishani nods, continuing to write. "And that would be?"
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Ishani nods, continuing to write. "And that would be?"
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"It seems that as these creatures crave our blood, we can use it as a weapon against them; specifically the powers that create weapons out of our blood and even possibly the more mental ones may be more effective than say the claws of the Savages or even the muscle-enhancing wonders of Vigor." Jayant casts his mind back to the call to see if there's anything he has forgotten. "That was it, I believe."
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Great, that makes me utterly useless. Ishani thinks as she finishes writing.
"Well I am sure that will make other people very useful when fighting these things. I have no capacity for that kind of ability, so I won't be of much help." She hands the paper to Jayant. "Please give this to the Hierophant along with my regards when you see her next."
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Jayant takes the note with a nod. "I will, thank you"
He turns to leave and hesitates at the door, looking back after opening it, ready to slip out.
"If its any consolation, you will never lose me. In that you can have faith."
And then he was gone.
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Ishani picks up a glass statue on her desk and throws it as hard as she can at the closed door. It shatters in hundreds of pieces that fall to the carpet and she gives a sigh of satisfaction. Picking up the phone, she dials a number. "Hello dear, would you be a love and come in my office with the vaccume? I seem to have broken one of my glass statues. Thank you so much."
She hangs up the phone and sits back down behind the desk, ready to return to her paperwork.
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