Their voice is definitely creepy. It doesn't seem to be an actual real sound actually transmitted with vibrations in the air, more like a perception of someone saying things. "Please do not mind the darkness. The light burns. What is your goal here, precisely?"

"The kind of fair folk I am isn't born or doesn't appear; rather, we become this by being turned, as humans. The whole process lasts three days and they are pure agony, to the point where people who go through it honestly believe nothing good will ever be enough to outweigh a single extra second of that agony. That agony remains in my throat, forever burning with desire for human blood, which is rather unpleasant, so if you can soothe that you could probably soothe a turning vankire."

He comes into view of the Tall Shadows themselves, standing on either side of a very tall table. They're aptly named. Reminiscent of the Slender Man.

"We do not have a great amount of fine control. I can try our best attempt at shifting pain and as little else as possible, if you wish."

"For a turning vankire, even seventy-two hours of complete oblivion would be better. Trust me."

"Brace yourself."

His vision turns quiet, and a prickly sound appears. The place suddenly smells cold. His proprioception is a bouquet of flowers. The burn in his throat is as bright as a sun - though, not precisely painful. It's really really weird. With enough effort he might - might - be able to do things such as walk around.

"—this is very confusing," he focuses and says.

It lets up and returns to normal.

"Whatever you tried to say emerged as nonsense, by the way."

"I am very impressed, this insanity was a marked improvement over the pain."

"At least during the turning, you mean?"

"Yes. I mean, I can imagine someone wanting to come here for a reprieve from the thirst, too—you have no idea how terrible it is, if I had a human brain I'd be unable to exist. But yeah, for turning, it's... much better. So, er, it may be a lot to ask, but I'm asking anyway: do you think you could, if need be, watch over my mate when he decides to turn?"

"Before we thought it lucky that there is little of human works which we desire. Now, it is an inconvenience to you. Three days continually maintaining the effect would be very exhausting even in turns."

He nods. "I understand. I could try to compensate you for your time if I knew more about what you wanted, and I would be grateful for even a day—even an hour of this reprieve."

"Perhaps..." One starts.

The other interrupts, "One moment, visitor." They glance at him and stare at each other. Private chat?

Sure. Private chat.

"If you build or get someone to build us a new home to some rather stringent specifications, and acquire for us certain items it would be a significant and... Attention-getting endeavor to find ourselves, we will assist with this 'turning' as much as we are able."

"Can you give me the list of items and specifications?"

"The relevant specifications thing will take some time. The first, Fade can have ready in an hour. And since it doesn't necessarily go without saying, with new kinds, I expect everything you do for us to be kept as secret as feasible."

"Important information: if my mate asks directly about it I might be unable to keep it from him. He'll be likewise mated to me when he turns, though, so he's unlikely to tell, especially if this helps him turn."

Another quick private chat, then, "That will be fine. We will need the items delivered to the new home you will construct. It will need to be more remote than here, so finding an appropriate location is required. Perhaps we should describe the requirements of the location now and have you return when you think you have found it."

"Works for me."

They want somewhere very remote, a boreal forest tile surrounded by a lot of earth-aspect tiles like mountains and plateaus. They request that he take pictures of likely spots for approval.

He memorises it, of course. "I will look, and return upon success."

"Best of luck. I'm- not precisely sorry that we ask a lot of effort from you, but... You might be the only one ever who actually needs something from us. We are making the most of it. I hope you understand."

"Sure. And trust me, this is way more than worth it, if I do turn out to need it. And even if I don't, I like collecting goodwill so I'll likely do it anyway."

"Goodbye for now, then."