<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c4/a2/eb/c4a2eb3622a5fd5f4149b8e094a22fa3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Danae Vine-Lott (https://ddb.ac/characters/13428552/TAFm5K)<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Asylum - upper floor<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Asylum clothing<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Asking the fortune teller<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>The Party<br/><br/>"Again, just riddles - this is a most vexing place!" Danae leaned over the table, and fixed Noire, "you wear different faces, do you not?  The one that was given to you at birth no longer fit, so you took on others?"  Danae felt a surge of unease.  A queasy sense that her very existence was slipping outside of her control.  A woman who could nonchalantly erase her name and her identity had told her secrets cloaked in prophecy, under which lurked truth or lies, perhaps both.<br/><br/>To Aloisa she said, "Do you reckon, Madame, that the Red Woman is Heinfroth?  If so, we should question her...forcefully this time."  She felt foolish articulating that thought, as though the tarokka reading was anything other than deliberate misdirection or superstition.<br/><br/>Then again she addressed Noire, and leaned over across the table and gripped the doctor's wrist, "You were waiting here, waiting to tell us all of this.  Why was a plain answer not sufficient?  Unless you, good Doctor, thrive in illusion.  Let us suppose that your session had meaning - why would you stymie your colleague?"  She paused.  If Noire could wear the mask of a Vistani seeress, then she could certainly wear the mask of a traitor to her benefactor - or to a secret rival.  Of course, a faceless woman was damnably hard to read.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Perception Check to discern Doctor Noire's true motivations</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2020-07-01 01:03:30, Danae Vine-Lott (uid: 41210) rolls: 1d20a3 Result: 19 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=147725)</div></div><br/>Doctor Noire's mention of arms unnerved her.  Was violence what she sought?  Was a soldier's mind a sample they wished to probe - a subject to examine, or perhaps an identity to dissect?  Her mind began to spin.  "No bloodshed is necessary, Doctor.  But you shan't interfere with our search.  We are duty bound to our fellow passengers."<br/><br/>To the party she proposed, "Doctor Noire baits us with riddles and I have not yet finished asking questions."  She rose from the table, "I would propose we inspect the cellar downstairs.  If there is something still hidden from us, perhaps that is the place to begin.  As for you, good Doctor, it would be most helpful on our search if we had keys or some sense of how this place is built.  Should you be so kind as to provide some practical assistance, we shall all go in peace, and not trouble your evening further."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Intimidate Check to force concessions from Doctor Noire</div><div class="spoiler_body">   At 2020-07-01 01:05:28, Danae Vine-Lott (uid: 41210) rolls: 1d20a4 Result: 18 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=147726)</div></div>