Doce was about to reply in the affirmative. It seemed prudent to speak with whoever was in charge and begin to devise a strategy. They knew the Overseer's Host. That was enough to determine his powers and weaknesses on the physical level. His Other would affect the strategies he employed, but it was possible they could adapt to that quickly enough to maintain their edge.<br/><br/>At the same time as this was running through her head, the young woman had a sudden thought, which undermined one of her previous deductions. It was a small realization regarding the possibility that the Host-Other pairings were not random, but purposely selected. It was  a thought that would have to wait until later. She gave her nod to Adam and started mentally preparing herself to meet their leader. Then a soft, sweet voice rang out in her mind. This didn't seem especially odd to her, until she recognized the voice and realized its significance.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #40FF00">"Hello? Can you hear my voice?"</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Frahlah?!</span>she thought back at the voice.<span style="font-style: italic">Is that you?</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #40FF00">"Hmm? Oh, yes. I am here."</span></span>he replied.<br/><br/>For once in her life, Doce was thoughtless.<span style="font-style: italic">Why can I hear you all of a sudden?</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #40FF00">"I wonder if it might be because before now I did not say anything."</span></span>the voice answered.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">You just kept quiet?</span>she said, flabbergasted.<span style="font-style: italic">Why?</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #40FF00">"Well, first it was that I thought I was dreaming. When I did realize this to be truly happening, I simply had not a thing to say."</span></span>he gave a shy chuckle.<br/><br/>She hesitated.<span style="font-style: italic">... Does that mean you have something to say now?</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #40FF00">"Oh! Yes, that is what!"</span></span>It sounded like for a moment he'd forgotten why he'd spoken up in the first place.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #40FF00">"I wanted for to tell you: At my home in the castle, we have something very precious. It is a machine--like what you are hoping can send every person home. This machine is what contains my soul, so that I can call the King Cards. My father has it hidden well, so to find it is difficult. There is a secret passageway in the throne room of the castle. We keep the machine hidden inside."</span></span><br/><br/>Doce thought this through. It wasn't a bad place to keep a hidden passage. Unless the King or Queen were in the room, it wasn't accessible. Not only that, but visitors wouldn't have enough time inside to look for a possible secret passage--let alone the privacy to access it.<br/><br/>Something about it bugged her though: the possibility that the Overseer had chosen a similar method to hide his machine. It was a long shot, but she couldn't simply ignore it. With a fervor, she focused the thought in her mind and willed for Phibrizzo to listen in.