C-HOD-007
Barista: Travis Norris
Date: Feb-5-2020
Receipt: C-HOD-007
Subject: The Dead
Yeah, yeah, Sahir I get the hint. And if'n you want back up for meetin' with the Host of the Dead?
I'm in.
Shoot, they're close enough to ██████ that I reckon I might be the only one here with enough of a career dealin' with things older than dirt and meaner than death. You don't just walk into a conversation with somethin' like this here "Host" without at least one person who knows how to smile real polite like while loadin' up some silver behind their back. 'Course, even if these here fellas are ██████████, they ain't ██████. Can't just flush 'em down into the ████. Gotta get… creative.
And to get creative you've gotta know what you're dealin' with. What these ██████ actually are and how we might be able to escape with our hides intact. Which means… and believe you me, it kills me to say this, we're gonna need Jericho's help. The magical Mr. Myerscough himself. Sure, he's a washed-up, drunk, ██████████, inconsiderate, silver spoon sucking, piece of shit, but he knows this place better than anyone. Well, maybe not Eoin, but he didn't sign up to go converse with the Host of the Dead, did he?
And yes, we've had our differences. Some of them ain’t, well, bridgeable. You know. Like the █████████████████ incident. But this ain't that, and I don’t give a damn what happens to this Host of the Dead. 'Sides, this ain't about pride. This is about making sure we don't go poking things we ain't supposed to be poking at just so Sahir can add another name to his rolodex. We'll work out the plans and see if we can't hunt them down once we leave the protection of the tree, which should be soon enough.
Let’s go shake hands with the dead.
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