You decide to reconnect with your acquaintance while the voices ask you to do a lot of different things, some much more surprising than the others. You look for a relatively safe area free from as many purples as you can, and you pull out your palmhusk. No new messages from Mikala, but that's not particularly surprising at this point.
You scroll through your chumproll and see that the person you are looking for is currently online, so you figure now is just as good of a time as any as you begin to compose your message.
-- pragmaticTactician [PT] began trolling fallenGrace [FG] at 00:35 --
PT: hey, i need help. PT: mikala iX miXXing and injured. FG: iim sorry, that certaiinly sounds liike a siituatiion. PT: it iX, that'X why i need yOur help. FG: iis that so? and how do you expect ii help? FG: and whiich one's miikala agaiin? PT: the lOud One. the lOud XhOrt One. FG: the really obnoxiious teal caste? PT: yeX. FG: good luck wiith that, niix. iif what ii know from you iis unfiiltered then she wakes up niightly and chooses chaos. FG: ii can't iimagiine that she'd start and fiights or pass out iin an alley somewhere. FG: that was sarcasm, so you know. PT: lOOk, i think it'X my turn tO Owe yOu One, anywayX. PT: juXt help me Out, if i cOuld dO it alOne, i wOuld have already. PT: beXideX, when waX the laXt time yOu ate? FG: ... FG: you driive a hard bargaiin, niixdra. PT: i tend tO dO well in negOtiatiOnX, yeX. FG: alriight, send me your coordiinates and tell me what you know. PT: Of cOurXe. Xee yOu XOOn.
-- pragmaticTactician [PT] ceased trolling fallenGrace [FG] at 00:50 --
You figure that could have gone much worse, and definitely consider that a win. This seems like a safe enough area, and send off the coordinates to FG, and find a nice place to try and think things through. You have a very strong feeling that very soon it is going to be time to be a different troll, even if you aren't entirely sure what that means or how it will work. You can just feel it in your bones.