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VV: I hope this works.
VV: Fawkes?
EA: I'm here, my friend.
VV: Oh thank God.
EA: When last we spoke, you said you'd been sent on a mission beyond the Wasteland.
EA: I assume there's been some difficulty?
VV: You could say that.
VV: I've picked up the paladins' trail, and I've got Dogmeat with me.
VV: That's as far as the good news goes.
VV: Cross and I ran afoul of these bipedal catfish things nearly as tall as you.
VV: They're vicious and there's a lot of them and they're spawning all over the place.
VV: And the mirelurks are all as big as hunter mirelurks, and some of them spit.
VV: Which wouldn't be so bad except that between the fish and the razorbacks Cross got badly hurt.
EA: I don't believe you mentioned the razorbacks.
VV: Oh- sorry.
VV: Quadrupedal things with shaggy fur and tusks coming up from their bottom jaws and little beady eyes and this weird flat snouty nose and bone spurs kind of poking out of their backs.
VV: Thick hides, bad tempers.
EA: Can you describe their feet?
VV: …
VV: Why would- never mind.
VV: Shaped like Brahmin hooves, basically.
VV: Why do you ask?
EA: I believe from your description that you may have encountered mutated pigs.
VV: Huh.
EA: I doubt it's of much significance- please, continue.
VV: Okay.
VV: Cross got hurt, and so did the tribal woman we were talking with at the time.
VV: They're both staying at this house with an old man in it.
VV: The man's name is Obadiah Blackhall.
VV: He said he'd look after them if I agreed to find a book that belonged to his family.
VV: I was out of supplies- those fish hit us HARD.
VV: So I said yes.
VV: And now I've found the paladins' trail.
VV: And a whole lot of very hostile tribals from a different tribe from the pig lady.
VV: And a ghoul with a mouth as foul as- well, he's got a REALLY foul mouth.
VV: Language-wise, not smell-wise, I mean.
VV: His name's Desmond.
VV: He said the paladins came through a while ago and he sent them north.
VV: Because the tribals who grow the punga fruit lived up there.
VV: And because they've been attacking him repeatedly for a while now.
EA: And he believed them to be capable of getting rid of his problem, I presume.
VV: Got it in one.
VV: Anyway, he hasn't seen the paladins since then and the tribals've just gotten worse.
VV: Either the tribals have Whydah and Morgan prisoner, or they killed them.
VV: And I need to find out one way or another.
EA: And about the book?
VV: If I find out anything about a book in the process I'll tell Mr. Blackhall.
VV: I told him I couldn't make any guarantees, but that I'd try.
VV: Speaking of which, does the word 'Krivbeknih' mean anything to you?
EA: I can't say I've ever heard the word before, I fear.
VV: Oh well.
VV: Worth a try.
VV: Anyway, I need to ask you a favor, if that's all right.
EA: Certainly, my friend.
EA: Name it, and it shall be done.
VV: Thank you, Fawkes.
VV: I need you to notify the Brotherhood of the situation.
VV: Specifically, Elder Lyons.
VV: The others don't know about Milliways, so they wouldn't know how I would be in contact with you.
VV: I know you're busy guarding the Lamplighters in Springvale these days, but if you can get a message to the Citadel…
EA: You needn't worry, my friend.
EA: I'll find a way to carry your word.
EA: Shall I ask about this 'Krivbeknih' as well?
VV: If you can get hold of a Scribe, it's worth a try.
VV: Heck, check Moira's copy of the Arlington Library archives.
VV: Mr. Blackhall seemed to think it was an ancient tome of creepy evil forbidden lore but you never know what you're going to find at your local library.
EA: Very well, my friend.
EA: I'll see what I can discover.
EA: And I'll be certain to carry your message to Elder Lyons.
VV: Thank you, Fawkes.
VV: *So* *much*.
VV: I owe you for this.

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