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"Distraction. I'm on it." Dimitrie says, shrugging off his pack and leaving it with the others. "I'm going to tell that cardholder a joke, and he's going to find it very funny. You should be able to snatch it from him after I deliver the punchline."

He uses his own invisibility spell and moves downstairs and towards the stage. He gives Natalya time to get into position and then pops out of invisibility on stage!

At first, he applauds the efforts of the cast, clapping his hands loudly and whistling as loudly as he can. Once he's sufficiently caused a distraction to stop the show, he holds up his hands and says "Forgive me, I could not miss the opportunity to tell this joke I heard about linorms!"

He turns towards the cardholder and tells a magical joke. "Why did the linnorm start a bakery business? Because it wanted to make some dough before it was turned into toast!"

Dimitrie listens to Anna's reminiscence with a fond smile, appreciating the glimpse into her past. As she points out the Theater card on Alangus Thrune's belt, he shifts his attention to the task at hand.

"It's quite a sight, isn't it?" he says, acknowledging Natalya's enchantment with the performance. "But we're here for a reason."

He contemplates Anna's suggestion for a moment. "Snatching it backstage might be the safer option, but..."

His mind starts digging into the possibilities of what it would take to do it while the show is happening. "We could attempt to steal it during the performance itself. It would require precise timing and coordination. What did you have in mind?"

Dimitrie nods in agreement with Elanna's choice, his attention now focused on the arch of Crowns. "Always, let's begin here."

Turning to Natalya, he responds "And as for pork wraps, I can't say I've had the pleasure, but I'm willing to try them if you are recommending them."

He offers a reassuring smile as they prepare to step through the arch and into this unknown area of the Harrow Court.

With his deep connection to the Harrow cards, Dimitrie is both fascinated and intrigued by the unfolding events in the Harrow Court. He takes a moment to absorb the significance of the epitomes activated by the cards they brought with them.

Dimitrie takes a moment to inspect each Harrow card they brought, considering their potential within the Harrow Court. He quietly reflects, "The Brass Dwarf may aid us in crafting, The Carnival could provide insights into our future foes, The Empty Throne offers fortune but with potential misfortune, The Paladin might teach us valuable techniques, and The Rabbit Prince could grant us a special weapon. As for The Vision, it enhances our abilities in the workshops here."

After a brief pause for contemplation, Dimitrie suggests, "It appears that our journey has taken a most unexpected turn, my friends. We now find ourselves in a realm shaped by the very cards we possess. Each epitome offers unique opportunities and insights; there is much to explore here. I propose that we investigate these arches within this grand hall first to gain a better understanding of the realm."

"Thoughts?" he asks, looking to his companions for agreement or disagreement.

Dimitrie carefully examines the harrow card, The Carnival, as Dieral presents it. As it remains in his hand, Dimitrie listens intently to Dieral's account of the strange events that have unfolded since the card came into his possession. When Dieral offers the card to his allies for inspection, he initially expects it to resist his grasp, but to his surprise, it doesn't.

"Intriguing," Dimitrie murmurs, studying the card. "It seems fate has chosen a new bearer for this card. It would appear we are meant to gather the entire Deck of Destiny, as you suggest." He looks up at Dieral with a mixture of determination and curiosity.

Dimitrie assures him. "Your nightmares and troubles may soon be at an end. Thank you for your trust and assistance."

Dimitrie is about to comment on the intense battle when the stranges series of events transpires around Anna. He opens his mouth to speak several times, closing it each time without any words coming out. He looks back and forth beween Anna, the body that was dragged away and Natalya.

Elanna's words snap him out of his daze and he turns to her as she falls against the wall. "My dear. Are you quite intent on sacrificing yourself in the name of Lady Luck this day? It appears you should take a moment. I'll handle Dieral."

The harrow draws a harrow card.
Card: 1d54 ⇒ 31

Dimitrie observes the drawn card, the unicorn, with a thoughtful expression. To him, the card represents purity, healing, and the potential for a new beginning. Given the chaotic and dangerous events that unfolded moments ago, he interprets it as a symbol of hope and renewal.

With a nod, he turns his attention to Dieral, who has emerged from hiding. "Fear not, Dieral," he says in a soothing tone, attempting to reassure the visibly shaken man. "The danger has passed, and you are safe now. We're here to help you."

While Natalya tends to Elanna and Anna tends to her inspection, Dimitrie focuses on Dieral, making sure they are safe and protected.

Reflex DC29: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (2) + 20 = 22
Chaotic Destiny: Keys: 1d54 ⇒ 24
CD - Reflex DC29: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (10) + 19 = 29

Dimitrie can't move fast enough and is nearly engulfed in the flames, luckily destiny intervenes and he finds a way to dodge the majority of the worst of it (with Natalya's help).

This battle has gone on far too long, so the harrower pulls out one of his stronger spells and seeds a horrible apocalyptic vision in the enemies minds.

Phantasmal Calamity - Will DC30: 11d6 ⇒ (6, 4, 3, 5, 6, 2, 4, 4, 1, 1, 5) = 41

Reflex: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (5) + 20 = 25

"Elanna! This will go better if you don't get hit so-" Dimitrie says, the voice cutting off when the sphere envelopes him.

Dimitrie's frustration flares as the resilient sphere encloses him, its translucent barrier preventing him from intervening in the ongoing battle. He pounds on the invisible wall, desperation and impotence welling up within him.

With a quick and decisive incantation, he harnesses the power of the dimension door. In a blink, he vanishes from within the sphere, reappearing adjacent to Elanna. He slaps some oily substance on a wound and says "Please try to stay on your feet."

Battle Medicine DC15: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (19) + 17 = 36 HP: 4d8 ⇒ (2, 6, 1, 3) = 12

Dimitrie's gaze locks onto Elanna as she falls, and in a swift motion, he sends a harrow card soaring toward her. Simultaneously, he channels a healing spell to revive her from unconsciousness. Once she stirs, he follows up with a guidance spell, bolstering her for a swift return to the battle.

◈◈Soothe upcast to 6th: 6d10 + 24 ⇒ (4, 10, 8, 3, 10, 8) + 24 = 67
◈Guidance

Feeling the mounting tension, Dimitrie swiftly reaches for his Harrow deck, hoping for guidance in this dire moment. With a deep breath, he draws The Hidden Truth card, though his active omen is the suit of keys, not books. Knowing that Harrow's wisdom can have multiple interpretations, he relies on his intuition.

Attempting to recall crucial information about the attacking devil, Dimitrie comes up empty-handed. Nonetheless, he telekinetically lifts rubble nearby and hurls it precisely at the approaching tiefling.

Telekinetic Projectile: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (12) + 20 = 32 Damage: 6d6 + 5 ⇒ (4, 6, 6, 3, 1, 6) + 5 = 31
Harrow Casting, Omen: Keys: 1d54 ⇒ 48
48. The Hidden Truth (Books)
Book The spell’s magic infuses your mind with sudden insights about the target. You can attempt to Recall Knowledge about the target as a free action, using your spell attack roll to make the check. You gain a +2 status bonus to this roll if Books is your harrow omen.

Recall Knowledge: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

"Can't handle the heat?" The kineticist taunts.

Dimitrie, as he prepares to cast a spell, can't help but roll his eyes and think to himself that Natalya needs some better catchphrases. However, he doesn't let this distract him from his spellcasting duties. He focuses his magic and casts haste on Elanna, infusing her with additional speed and energy. As he does so, he can't resist adding a somewhat corny saying about it, hoping to inject a bit of humor into the tense situation.

Dimitrie, with a hint of playfulness, says, "Elanna, time to kick it into high gear! May your steps be swift and your blade even swifter!"

Will DC29: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (8) + 19 = 27 Fail.
Will DC29: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (11) + 19 = 30 Success!
Harrow Suit: 1d6 ⇒ 6 Crit Success!

As the crushing despair spell threatens to overwhelm Dimitrie, his desperation pushes him to draw a harrow card, and it's none other than The Tyrant. The card's power surges through him, bolstering his resolve and allowing him to resist the effects of the despair.

With newfound determination, Dimitrie focuses his magical energy and unleashes an unraveling blast at the charging tiefling. A small but potent blast of potential energy erupts from his hands, targeting the tiefling's very essence. The force of the blast disrupts one of the possible futures of the tiefling, leaving him momentarily disoriented and reeling from the attack.

Unraveling Blast - Mental: 17d4 ⇒ (2, 4, 3, 3, 1, 3, 2, 2, 3, 3, 2, 1, 4, 1, 3, 4, 1) = 42

Upon seeing the cowering elven man, who is presumably Dieral, Dimitrie's expression softens with a mix of relief and concern. He approaches Dieral slowly and with a gentle demeanor, making sure not to startle him further.

"It's alright, Dieral," Dimitrie says soothingly, his tone reassuring. "We're not here to harm you. We've been looking for you. You've had quite an ordeal, it seems."

Dimitrie offers a hand to help Dieral up, wanting to get him out of this grim situation and back to safety. He continues, "We've gathered clues about your whereabouts and were worried something had happened to you. Can you tell us what happened and how we can help?"

He doesn't mention the harrow cards for now, trying not to overwhelm the elf.

Dimitrie takes a moment to examine the intricate Harrow Barrow. He marvels at the craftsmanship and the incorporation of harrow card imagery into the design.

As he inspects the locked drawers and cabinets on the wheelbarrow, Dimitrie suggests to the group, "This Harrow Barrow appears to be more than just a simple wheelbarrow. It's a puzzle in itself, likely designed to hold something important. Perhaps Dieral hid something here that can give us more clues about his whereabouts."

Dimitrie then carefully examines the vanishing coin hanging with the tools on the wall. He's curious about its properties and whether it might have any significance in their search for Dieral.

He regards the longspear with a shrug, "I believe that looks useful if you are martially inclined type. Ela, perhaps you might find use with it?"

The "Scholar" turns to Anna, feigning forgiveness, placing his right hand over his heart. "Of course, Anna, you're absolutely right," he says softly. "My apologies for letting that slip. It's just that Erikanesh seemed like the type who would be genuinely interested in such historical mysteries, and I thought it might help us get more information about Dieral. Let me handle this."

Dimitrie addresses Erikanesh next. "The artifact I mentioned is indeed a closely guarded secret. It's said to hold the key to unlocking some of the deepest mysteries of Varisian culture, and the last thing we want is to attract unwanted attention from those who would seek to exploit its power."

Dimitrie's tone is conspiratorial, as if he and Erikanesh are the only ones in the know. He leans in slightly, as if sharing a secret. "I trust that you, being a true scholar and guardian of knowledge, can appreciate the delicacy of the situation. We seek to protect this artifact and unravel its mysteries, but discreetly. Any insights or information you might have on the matter would be greatly appreciated."

Dimitrie, recognizing Erikanesh's disdain for Harrow fortune-telling, shifts his approach. He decides to play to the scholar's academic interests and curiosity.

"Ah, I understand your skepticism towards Harrow fortune-telling,"Dimitrie says, adopting an air of intellectual intrigue. "You see, my primary interest lies in the historical and cultural aspects of Varisia. Dieral once mentioned a peculiar artifact he stumbled upon during his travels, something that piqued my scholarly curiosity. He hinted at its connection to ancient Varisian practices and folklore. I wonder if you might know more about this artifact or where it might be found?"

Deception: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (17) + 22 = 39

Dimitrie enters the Historia Reliquary, taking in the meticulously ordered exhibits and the overall museum-like atmosphere. He observes Erikanesh with their monocle and listens to their welcoming words. As the group pays the modest entrance fee, Dimitrie can't help but appreciate the elegance of the shop's interior.

Following the scent of sweet rolls and fresh tea, Dimitrie approaches the refreshment area and accepts a cup of tea. He sips it while perusing the various displays, intrigued by the history behind each item. He flashes a charming smile at the lizardfolk proprietor.

"Ah, Erikanesh, what a delightful place you have here," Dimitrie begins, his tone congenial. "I've heard rumors of a man named Dieral Myrnese, who was known to frequent places like this. You see, I have a keen interest in the Harrow and the mysteries it holds. I was told that Dieral had some unique insights into the Harrow and its history. Perhaps you could share some of the knowledge he passed along during his visits here?" Dimitrie's words are carefully chosen to suggest a connection to Dieral without outright stating it, hoping to coax out any information Erikanesh might have about the missing individual.

Deception: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (8) + 22 = 30

Dimitrie nods appreciatively at Clemeth's openness and willingness to share information about Dieral. He takes a moment to consider what they've learned so far, and then he responds with determination.

"We will do our best to find Dieral and ensure his safety," Dimitrie assures Clemeth. "Your insights have been invaluable, and we appreciate your assistance. If you think of anything else that might help us in our search, please don't hesitate to let us know."

With a grateful smile, he bids farewell to Clemeth, and the group prepares to move on to their next destination, Historia Reliquary.

Dimitrie turns to Anna and Natalya with a wry grin. "Well, ladies, are we ready to go, or do we still have a burning desire to show off our skills in the games further?" He chuckles, clearly amused by their earlier antics in Clemeth's obstacle course.

Dimitrie, known for his skill in weaving illusions and clever deceptions, found himself in an unfamiliar position. Clemeth's straightforward demeanor had caught him off guard, and he knew that his usual tricks wouldn't work here. As Clemeth called him out on his attempted deception, he couldn't help but acknowledge the error.

Clearing his throat, Dimitrie decided to take a step back and let Elanna, the group's beacon of honesty, take the lead. He felt compelled to offer a sincere apology for his initial approach.

"I appreciate the tip, Clemeth," Dimitrie began, his tone earnest. "And I want to apologize for the deception. It was not the right way to start our conversation, and I should have known better." His words were accompanied by a genuine look of contrition in his eyes as he acknowledged his misstep.

Dimitrie decides to take a diplomatic approach to gather information from Clemeth, especially considering her warm welcome. As he approaches her, he wears a friendly smile, making sure to engage her in a casual conversation before delving into the matter at hand.

"Hello there," Dimitrie begins, extending a hand for a friendly handshake. "I must say, this place is quite remarkable. I couldn't help but notice your impeccable operation. I'm Dimitrie, by the way. We've heard that Dieral Myrnese is a frequent customer here, and we're looking to have a word with him. Do you happen to know him well?"

Dimitrie keeps his tone amiable and genuinely interested, hoping to create a rapport with Clemeth. As their conversation continues, he subtly mentions Anna, leaning on a bit of humor.

"You know, Anna here," he gestures towards Anna with a playful grin, "has a knack for appreciating the finer things in life, and she's quite discerning when it comes to quality. I think she's taken quite a liking to your establishment."

Deception: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (4) + 22 = 26

After Ela does/does not get a tattoo.

After everyone completes their interaction with Arhan at the tattoo parlor, Dimitrie smoothly slips his shirt back on while suggesting their next destination. "If I recall correctly, Clemeth is the owner of a scrapyard," he begins. "I propose we make our way there next. It seems prudent to follow the leads we have before embarking on the search for Dieral." His tone is both logical and persuasive as he lays out their plan.

Dimitrie nods appreciatively at Arhan and says, "Thank you, Arhan, for sharing what you know about Dieral. We'll do everything in our power to find him and assist them. Your help has been invaluable, and we won't forget it." He offers a genuine smile, conveying his sincerity.

Dimitrie will have the greater enveloping light tattoo inscribed upon him, seeing it as a symbol of their newfound alliance and a mark of their quest to unravel the mystery of the Harrow cards and Dieral's connection to them. Dimitrie, with a grateful smile, addresses Arhan in a respectful manner, "Arhan, your offer of the tattoo is greatly appreciated, and since I am already here getting work, I would be honored to receive such a mark of protection. Please, go ahead and inscribe it upon me."

Running out of ideas of things to deceive about, Dimitrie decides to try one last trick. He says "Thanks for all the information, Arhan. I was thinking about maybe getting some work done while in the city. I was thinking about adding another harrow card on my upper back. Here, let me show you."

Dimitrie slips off his robe and slides his shirt up over his head, revealing the massive network of interconnecting tattoos that span all of his arms and chest. Thassilonian runes create the foundation for the overall design, but numerous harrow cards weave in and out of the design both on his chest and his back.

"See, I was thinking right around here." he suggests, point to the spot. "Think you could get The Empty Throne in there, in this same style?"

Deception: 1d20 + 22 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 22 + 1 = 24
Deception - Hero Point: 1d20 + 22 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 22 + 1 = 34

Weakness? It's beautiful men, duh! Even Dimitrie can see that!

Dimitrie listens to the exchange on Dieral from the people in the shop before waving his hand dismissively "Ahhh, no. I'm sure it's nothing at all. In fact, when I leave here I'll track him down for you. Where might I find his cart in town? Does they have a normal schedule or pattern you know of?"

Deception: 1d20 + 33 ⇒ (19) + 33 = 52

A dark thought crosses her mind causing her brows to furrow. "You wouldn't think this was a set up would you? All of us would have been seen standing and staring at the front door for a few moments before entering. Then the shop owner is found murdered?"

Dimitrie nods his head towards the door, "The thought occurred to me as well. Best we make hast then, eh?"

Once inside, Dimitrie confidently approaches Arhan, his arm bearing the intricate Thassilonian runes and other mystical tattoos on full display. He nods respectfully to the tattoo artist and says with a charming smile, "Ah, Kraken's Ink, a place of artistry and storytelling, much like the intricate tales woven by Harrow cards. You see, my friend, much like the way each tattoo tells a unique story, I find myself drawn to the stories behind certain individuals, those who may have a deep connection to the mysteries of the Harrow."

He gestures casually to his own runescarred arm, its pulsing blue hues catching the light. "You see, some of us are drawn to the enigmatic, the arcane, and the fateful. I've heard whispers of a certain Dieral Myrnese, a name that seems to dance on the edge of Harrowed fate. I wonder, have you had any dealings with individuals of such intriguing interests, perhaps those seeking something more than just ink on skin?"

Deception: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (11) + 22 = 33

Dimitrie, concerned for Elanna's well-being after the recent battle, asks, "Elanna, are you holding up okay after that scuffle?"

In response to Elanna's question about clues and his assessment, Dimitrie offers, "We've gathered some valuable information from this ledger and the Vision card Anna found. It appears that All-Seeing Hajeck, the shop's owner, was on a quest to collect more cards from the same Harrow deck. The notes mention Dieral Myrnese and several individuals connected to him through various businesses. It's possible that we're here to continue Hajeck's search for these cards, but we lack the complete picture. The why and the how still elude us."

Regarding the card that Anna discovered, Dimitrie nods thoughtfully and says, "The Vision card's significance is not lost on me. It represents abstruse knowledge, sudden insight, or instability. In this context, it makes perfect sense. It's as if the cards themselves are guiding us, revealing fragments of a greater truth."

He takes the scrolls they found and stows them in his bag, assuring the group, "I'll keep these scrolls safe for now. They might prove useful in the future as we unravel this mystery.

Regarding Dieral, he inquires, "Does anyone know anything about Dieral Myrnese? I think should visit the individuals mentioned in the notes. It could lead us to more cards and explain why we've been brought here. Who do you think we should approach first?"

Studying his own runescarred arm for a moment, Dimitrie looks up at the group and proposes, "I'm particularly intrigued by the tattoo shop. It's possible they might have encountered these Harrow cards or have insights into their significance. Would any of you like to accompany me there?"

Dimitrie had clung to a sliver of hope as he entered the room, his heart heavy with the sight of the lifeless woman on the floor. However, a heavy sigh escaped his lips when Anna approached and confirmed what he had feared, that the woman was beyond saving. It was a somber moment, acknowledging the loss of a life they had stumbled upon.

Dimitrie turns his attention to the surroundings with a determined expression, determined to uncover any clues that might shed light on what had transpired in this grim scene. He begins his search methodically, scanning the room for any signs of struggle, any objects out of place, or anything that might reveal the deceased woman's identity.

He approaches the chalk lines on the floor, his fingers tracing their patterns as he contemplates their significance. Every detail could hold a piece of the puzzle, and Dimitrie is determined to piece together the mystery surrounding this tragic event.

As he investigates, his thoughts are with the woman and the unknown circumstances that brought her to this untimely end.

Perception: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (6) + 18 = 24

The sorcerer channels his arcane power, and with a flick of his wrist, a nearby chair levitates off the ground as if guided by unseen hands. "Accelera!" he shouts, and with a swift, controlled motion, he sends it hurtling through the air toward the bone creature. The chair spins and tumbles, a makeshift projectile aimed to distract the creature and give his allies a momentary advantage.

Dimitrie's spell continues as the chair sails toward its target, his voice carrying his magic power. He shifts his attention to Natalya, who stands ready to strike. He reaches out with his mystical senses, connecting with her aura and energy flowing around her. "Fii ghidat." he murmurs, enhancing her striking abilities with a subtle yet precise spell that imbues her weapon with a guiding force that promises accuracy and impact.

Telekinetic Projectile: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (3) + 20 = 23

Telekinetic projectile and guidance on Nat.

The sorcerer wanted to down this creature quickly in case there was something to be done for the poor soul on the ground. Not willing to risk missing, he sent nine magic missiles hurtling towards it!

MM Upcast to 5th: 9d4 + 9 ⇒ (4, 1, 3, 1, 1, 1, 4, 1, 2) + 9 = 27

As Dimitrie and his companions step into Three Moves Ahead, he surveys the environment. Just as his curiosity peaks at what might be inside, Anna forcefully swings the door open, unveiling a horrifying tableau he does not expect.

Dimitrie's eyes widen as he sees the lifeless body of a Varisian woman, and his expression shifts from curiosity to shock. The presence of the ram-headed devil and the larger skeletal fiend sends a chill down his spine. He instinctively reaches for his deck of Harrow cards, but seeing these otherworldly creatures leaves him momentarily speechless.

"I don't recognize them," Dimitrie finally murmurs, his voice tight with apprehension. "But perhaps someone else might. This is beyond my expertise."

As Natalya's gust of wind propels him forward, Dimitrie moves up behind the others with surprising speed, positioning himself at the group's rear while staying vigilant. He knows he needs to support his allies as best as he can. His Thassilonian runes begin to glow with a brilliant blue light, and he quickly flicks his wrists while muttering an incantation. "Cu graba!" he says in Varisian, enhancing her speed and agility.

As the spell quickens Elanna's movements (Haste), Dimitrie can't help but laugh heartily. "Just like old times, eh Ela!" he exclaims, the rush of nostalgia and camaraderie in the face of danger briefly lightening the tension of the moment.

Dimitrie watches in amazement as Natalya joins the group, her display of magic with the Harrow card leaving him momentarily speechless.

Joke? Great. Two skeptics. Thanks, Fate.

The image of the mighty figure in golden armor on her card and her mastery over fire magic certainly pique his interest.

"Indeed, it is quite interesting," Dimitrie finally responds, his voice laced with a mixture of awe and curiosity. He extends a hand in greeting to Natalya. "I'm The Enigmatic Arcanus Harrowmaster, Dimitrie Starweaver of Fate's Illusion." he introduces himself with a Varisian flourish of his robes. "But for brevity's sake, you may simply call me Dimitrie, a name woven with the threads of the Harrow."

He takes a moment to glance at the card Natalya displayed, recognizing its significance in their current situation. " This unexpected gathering seems tied to these Harrow cards and a mysterious vision. It's a pleasure to meet you."

As Natalya and Anna exchange pleasantries about Mavis, Dimitrie turns to Elanna, reflecting his continued wonder. "These cards appear to be more than just pasteboard and paint, as Anna mentioned earlier. Each of us possesses one with such remarkable abilities... it's as if they have chosen us for a reason."

Dimitrie listens to Anna's words attentively, a thoughtful expression on his face. He's seen them before, the skeptics. He takes a moment to gather his thoughts before responding.

"I understand your perspective, Anna," Dimitrie begins, his tone gentle and measured. "Indeed, on the surface, they are just cards, pasteboard and paint, as you say. But to me, and to many Varisians, the Harrow is more than that. It's a connection to the threads of fate, a way to glimpse the patterns of destiny that weave through our lives."

He gestures towards Three Moves Ahead, its enigmatic presence in their vision and the appearance of the Harrow cards still fresh in their minds. "In moments like this, when the cards appear to guide us, it's as if they're speaking a language only a few can understand. The Harrow is a tool, a mirror to reflect the world's mysteries. It doesn't control our choices but can offer insights, clues, or even warnings about the path ahead."

Dimitrie's eyes return to the closed shop, a sense of wonder and curiosity in them. "So, while I respect your skepticism, Anna, I can't help but feel that there's more to these cards than meets the eye. And perhaps, in this place and time, they have a role to play in unraveling the mystery of why we've been brought together."

He offers Anna a reassuring smile, hoping to convey his belief that their journey is just beginning and that the Harrow cards may hold the key to unraveling the enigma before them.

Dimitrie responds to Elanna's statement with a flourish of his wrist, "Ahh... Then enlightenment you shall have, my friend."

His eyes briefly flick to his card, The Empty Throne. The image of the ghostly figure and the sense of loss it represents weigh on his mind. He speaks thoughtfully, his voice tinged with a touch of melancholy.

"The Empty Throne," he begins, "it's a card that signifies loss, but also the idea that those who are gone still have a presence in our lives, that their teachings and wisdom linger. It's a card of ancient knowledge and distant sources, suggesting that something from the past might guide us in this unusual situation."

He then turns his attention to Anna's card, "The Rabbit Prince, a symbol of capriciousness in hand-to-hand combat. It reminds us that even the bravest and most skilled can fall in battle. It's interesting, isn't it? These cards seem to have meanings that could apply to our current circumstances. Hmm?"

Dimitrie's gaze shifts to Elanna's card, "And The Brass Dwarf, a representation of invulnerability in the face of danger, or perhaps a sacrifice that spares others from a greater peril. It's a card that speaks of resilience." A smile slowly spreads across his face, and he chuckles, "And I know that Ela is quite resilient!"

He pauses momentarily, contemplating these cards' significance and connection to their meeting in front of Three Moves Ahead. "It's almost as if these cards are trying to tell us something important about the choices we're about to make. Perhaps they hold the key to understanding why we've been brought together here."

Dimitrie's curiosity is piqued, and he can't help but wonder if these Harrow cards' mysterious vision and appearance are the threads of fate weaving a new story for him and his newfound companions.

Dimitrie strides into the scene with an air of cautious curiosity. His eyes, which always seem to be searching for something—knowledge, arcane secrets, or perhaps just an interesting diversion—scan the area around the Three Moves Ahead shop. He’s dressed in Varisian attire—vivid colors and flowing fabrics adorned with intricate designs that reflect his heritage. A scarf loosely wraps around his neck, and an ornate belt cinches his robe, which is otherwise open to reveal a fitted tunic and trousers underneath. His boots, well-worn from his many travels, make soft sounds on the cobblestones.

His brown hair is a tousled mass that looks as if he's just come from an intense Harrow reading or a magical experiment—perhaps both. Thassilonian runes etched into his skin faintly glow at intervals, lending an air of otherworldliness to his already enigmatic presence. His fingers tap lightly against his side, as if impatient to pull out a deck of Harrow cards and divine the meaning behind this sudden, unexplainable gathering.

Dimitrie looks at Elanna, offering her a subtle nod—mutual recognition of yet another strange turn in their entwined fates. Then his gaze falls upon the two strangers, his eyes narrowing slightly as he senses that their destinies are now, inexplicably, linked to his own.

"Seems we've all been dealt into the same game," he murmurs, more to himself than to anyone else. "Question is, who’s the dealer?"

Thus, Dimitrie makes his entrance, filled with a blend of anticipation and wariness, ever the arcane seeker caught between the lines of destiny and free will.