[Van's found a guitar somewhere, and he's just relaxing in a nice, sunny lawnchair out by the pool. He's ignoring the recent ruckus with fires and mini-golf because he is just not interested in coming up against...well, nevermind that. It's under control, and that's the important thing. He's moderately happy, and not holed up in the bar or wherever, for once in his life.

He's just...strumming, idly playing along, and listening through his comm to various amounts of whining as he does so. Vanyel's still not very tech-savvy, and as a result this is audible over the network.]

What is love and what’s it for...hmm
I’m stuck outside an open door...

And no one’s come to...come to... hmm. [a pause in his wandering composition, Van adjusts a string and tries again. No good, once more...Then a third time, that's the charm. It's obvious he's just singing to himself, and at times it's too soft to properly hear.]

Oh, once you’re here you’re never gone
I fall from in out the cold
A piece of me that I can’t hol— ho...hold...

I love you as... I loose...lose? lose you more... Oh, that doesn't even rhyme.

I know it was awkward, but you surely you don't mean to avoid me forever.

To clarify, candies appeared from no one knows where, and you saw fit to eat them? The masks were an interesting turn, but even children know not to eat what strangers offer.

[He sighs. Vanyel is perhaps a bit exasperated]

I wish you all a happy harvest, but I'll be taking mine privately. Try to not murder each other?

Hellko. I know I'm vetry newq heree, burt...

Greetyings fro—

This is harder to get a hold on than I'd originally thought. Is anyone else having difficulty with such small letters?

Hello,

I am Vanyel Ashkevron, a Herald of Valdemar. For my existence here, you should thank Miss Mimmi and Ani. Without their help, I'd certainly have died very soon upon arrival. Speaking of which, I have a few questions that need answering. As I understand it, composing a letter on this device will broadcast it to all and sundry. Useful, that.

Where...am I? Last I checked I was in the process of blowing myself into a fine paste, and the fact that I'm alive and well is a bit surprising, to say the least. We're on some kind of boat, I've gotten that far, but any information to add to it would be much appreciated.

...Havens, I wish I had Yfandes here with me. she always knows what to say, and I could damn well use a Companion to talk to.