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"Alright, alright," rasps Lorelei, impatient and annoyed. She adjusts her skirts. "You don't have to beat us over the head with it. We'll take the brooch to the Queen." She turns her head to everyone else. "Right?" This doesn't appear to be an actual question.
Lorelei says nothing, but rapidly flips through a series of cards. Then she lets out a short, high-pitched shriek of laughter and falls silent for a moment, just a mound of patched and faded dark cloth. "I'm most interested to hear this explanation," she rasps seriously, brandishing The Carnival card at Zellara as if it were a weapon. "Because this card raises a great deal of fascinating questions."
Lorelei follows Donnell, mumbling "move, move, move," as she goes. Then she reaches out and gives Donnell a firm shove through the open door.
Lorelei studies the imps for a moment.
"I think we've seen all we need to see here," she croaks out to the others. "Best be getting along now." She bats the air with a gloved hand in case someone is trying to help her along. "I can take care of myself just fine on my own, I don't need Junior Pathfinders helping me across busy streets." She half runs, half skips, whacking at the ground with her stick and keeping to a relatively straight line in the direction they were headed.
Lorelei moves as quick as she can, feeling her way with her quarterstaff. She keeps her head down seems not to notice what's going on around her, mumbling apologies every time she bumps something with the staff.
Lorelei nods her agreement with Sevenspawn while she studies this new and very interesting magical harrow deck.
She produces a silk scarf from somewhere with in the voluminous folds of the multiple skirts she appears to be wearing and gently, reverentially, wraps the deck and puts it in her bag. Whatever she may have learned from her studies goes unspoken. "I hadn't considered the brooch," she says grimly in her gravelly voice. "But the head causes me no end of anxiety. Who did we speak with? Who sent us the cards? It is all very well, I think, that we revealed no secrets to whatever it was that wore a Zellara mask." Seeming to ignore Sevenspawn's suggestion that they need to leave immediately, Lorelei settles down on the floor and produces her own Harrow Deck. It's well-used and extremely old. She shuffles the cards thoughtfully and sets three face-down in front of her. "No time for a full reading, I understand this, but a little guidance, a little clarity, might help on the road ahead. It's all well and good just to get out of here, but where are we going? Let us see what the cards say. "The situation, the Beating-" Lorelei chuckles and lays the card on the floor before her. It's an unnerving sound, full of grim humour and understanding with a frost of hysterics. "An attack from all sides. Relentless attack. We must stay strong in the face of this card - and wary, for strength can dissolve in our current predicament." Lorelei nods at the card and moves on to the second. "The central card is for action. The Empty Throne is reversed. The ghosts of the past are restless. Our action is to bring them peace. That could be either the brooch or quite literally, the ghost of departed Zellara." Lorelei's voice begins to rise as though overwhelmed. "Stash the brooch, hide the head. Do not destroy it." Her veiled head swivels to each of her companions in turn, lingering on each for long moments before returning to her reading. "And the final card is our outcome," she rasps, turning the card over. Then she freezes, studies the card for a moment, and her head tilts back. The intensity of the scream that follows puffs her veil out slightly, but not enough to catch a glimpse of the face beneath. She throws the last card on the first two in rage. The Twin. "We must go to Zellara's. We must seek the truth. Beware the restless spirits. Beware the Twin."
Lorelei follows Godric, moving slowly, still feeling the ground with her staff.
Lorelei flips a card over. "Beware!" she hisses after Sevenspawn. "Beware the Cyclone in the sixth alignment!" Then she returns the card to the bottom of the deck and follows him, tapping at the ground with her staff, feeling her way along.
Lorelei picks up a transaction record and runs a gloved finger down the page. How she can actually feel anything through the gloves is anyone's guess. "Can't hurt to take these with us," she muses and stuffs two fistfuls of records into her bag. "Just in case we decide to try legal avenues." She lets out a short bark of laughter and starts coughing. She heads back to the main room and casts detect magic and picks up the wand, muttering under her breath as she turns it over in her hands.
The wand also goes into her bag, along with the records.
"I think we're far beyond worrying about noise, my darling," Lorelei croaks in amusement. She flips over a card and looks down at it, then places it at the bottom of the deck. "You wait here, I need to look at something." Lorelei goes into the room to the north and rifles around for anything interesting, which may not necessarily pertain to the mission at hand, such as (but not limited to) jewellery, juicy personal correspondence, food, shiny trinkets, and spell components.
The Fox has very interesting sideburns. |
