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“Connor, it’s me. Listen, I just got back from Corbett’s. Apparently this girl Mallory Quinn gave him a clue about the Defiler‘s whereabouts. Shit... I can’t remember if you know her or not. I barely do, but anyway, she‘s a demon hunter, lives in Searchlight? I dunno how she found out, but she says the Defiler might be locked up beneath a club in Vegas called Fang Noir... Corbett‘s doing some research on how we can get past the Defiler’s armor, if there‘s a away. As soon as he knows something, we‘re gonna set up a day and time to go down there in force. I don‘t know what kind of security we‘ll have to get past. The place is run by vampires, so there’s no goddamn telling. Um... If you know anybody you think would be good in a fight like that... Cramped quarters, possible giant armored demon, no idea what we’re dealing with, almost certain death... bring them. I’ll call you when it’s time. Bye.”


“Hey... It’s me.... I know something, or at least a potential something. The Defiler might be locked up under Fang Noir. Corbett’s looking in the books for ways to kill it. I doubt he’s gonna find anything, but it’s worth a shot. One way or another, we’re going down there. I’ll call you when. I don’t know if you want in or not. I just figured you should know. Bye.”


“Hey Tristan. Guess who. Look, I’m calling in a favor. Remember that time you said you’d have my back in a fight? Well... I think there’s gonna be a big one. If you remember Elfleda, she raised this giant hunk of animated metal that corrodes people. Anyway it’s aiming for apocalypse. You don’t strike me as the apocalypse type. If you want to help us stop it, we could use help. I’ll call you when. And just so you know... I had to take an enormous shot just to get up the balls to dial your number. Bye.”


"Hey, Des, it's Rhiannon. I feel weird calling. We haven't talked since before Aidan died, and I don't even know what you're up to. I wanted to let you know there's probably going to be a huge fight soon. Elfleda raised a giant, walking chunk of animated metal. It's called the Defiler. It... defiles. That is, when it's not building altars to the apocalypse. We're going to try and figure out how to destroy it, but there's a real chance we'll have to go after it without knowing the way. What it does to people is not pretty, so basically, this could be a suicide run. If you want in, let me know and I'll call you when it's time to go after it. If you're not around... That's alright. Gotta be someone around to carry the banner if the rest of us get our asses handed to us. Call me back if you want in. Bye."


"Alexis? This is Rhiannon Lee. You contacted me last year about the Council but we never talked. I just wondered if you could do me a favor. The Watcher in town, Corbett Renfroe, his books got destroyed by Elfleda and he's trying to research this thing called the Defiler. We're looking for ways to destroy it. If you know any... I mean, I figure you've got Council connections still, right...? Just call him if you do. Thanks."


"Jo, it's Rhiannon Lee. If you're still in town and looking for a serious fight -- we're talking potential mass-casualty apocalyptic fight -- give me a call. Thanks."