After asking around a bit, eventually Ancalimon fishes out of his bag a couple of empty bottles, which he sits down and spends some time casting on. He thenapproaches a healer he knows.
"Sorry, I'll go after this...if you see either the Feline or the Serkenian, can you please give them this bottle and let them know that I have some news regarding something we were discussing? Tell them that they can communicate with me using this - all they need to say are the words "Demon Werewolf"."
The healer nods, impatiently, and Ancalimon teleports away, copper pot tucked under his arm.
Ancálimon y Festaer y Helyanwe, Alchemist
Azael Bannon, Telefret High Mage
Fox, Shaman of the Tsimshian
It's only a game.