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[ The feed opens up with Hawke sitting in what's presumably his room, though it's not obvious. It's the quietest place he can find about now. ]

Those things - fairies, I believe I've heard them called. [ Speaking of which, one is battering itself against the window pane. ] I've never seen something quite like it. Creatures, yes, but not... made of ice.

[ Gripping the poker from the fireplace - damn fairies, ruining his video, he prepares to open the window. ] Apparently they die from all sorts of causes. And are extremely dangerous.

[ Quickly flinging open the window, the fairy divebombs him, barely misses, and as he quickly shuts the window again, it comes around for round two - and gets a face full of poker, allowing Hawke to pinch it neatly between the tongs and hurry it into the bathroom, where he's already prepared a large bathtub full of near-boiling water. Time for a bath, fairy. ]

[ After almost a full two minutes, the fairy has been melted away and Hawke stands up, dusting his hands off. ]

I'd much rather be out there killing them, however. If you are planning it yourself, maybe we should team up.

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Pleasure, Hawke!

What do you propose, then?

I purpose to do as you suggested -- go out and kill them. They're a lot more durable than I expected, but it's better to remove the threat than let the threat continue on and grow.

Sounds acceptable. Shall we meet up somewhere?

That will do nicely. List the place and I shall be there.

How about the library?

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