Swith Witherward wrote:The BranRiech wrote:Bran shook his head. "Not until we know more about you."
"I am Marie-Claire Toussaint," she stood and pushed aside a string of cat skulls to fetch a large teapot. "I see. Sometimes I see things beyond sight. Sometimes I see only de heart. I know where you go and where you come from. I know of dese cultists you speak of. I know where deh go." She poured them cups of tea and sat back down.
"Don' look so stiff, Aleki. Mama Toussaint doesn't caer for dat."
Her face turned kind and she furrowed her brow. "Tell me den. Tell me why you crossed into dat place."
"We were rescuing a friend, only to be turned right back into the same situation."
OOC: Going to bed in a few minutes here, care to make this a two parter? I've got monday off, so I'll be available all day tomorrow