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[black_black_heart]

[ It's the middle of the day. And look, he's even switched up his typing style. ]

Heaven is a popular concept, isn't it. And things like it.

Please tell me what you know of it. Of what it's like.

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[tevinteraltus]

You've forgotten the brandy. It's just murder, otherwise.

[black_black_heart]

Well obviously.

[tevinteraltus]

Now, because I'm a good sport, and you've piqued my interest, if I were to compile some information on this "Heaven", where would you have me send it?

[black_black_heart]

How do you suppose I could answer that without giving away my identity?

[ Look, it's legitimately important that certain parties not find out his current morbid fixation. ]

[tevinteraltus]

I believe the vernacular is a "drop point".

[black_black_heart]

Sadullos Kestra, in Attleton. The man there is a professional broker of secrets,
he'll know how to get it to me.

[ And, sent a second later. ]

Thank you.

[tevinteraltus]

Don't thank me yet.

Would you rather I focus on the structure of the place, or it's role as a destination for the worth upon death? You know, if I decide to actually look into this thing for you.

[black_black_heart]

The latter.

[ Look, he already had a moment of weakness in another thread, may as well do it here too. ]

I have to kill someone I care for. They're supposed to go there when I do.

[tevinteraltus]

Ah. I'll ask no further questions as I'm sure you'd like to maintain your anonymity.

Is there a certain time frame you would prefer? The sooner the better, I assume, since, well, unwanted murder is involved.

[black_black_heart]

Yeah.

[ At all of it. Sorry Dorian, Tannusen probably can't see his phone very clearly to type more at the moment. ]