<em>The Dining Hall<br/>Aloisa, Corrine, Faelyn, Michelle, Zoe, Heinfroth</em><br/><br/>She was keen on observing posture and gesture and the communicative habits of body language, Doctor Heinfroth, as though there were as much to decipher from them as the spoken word. What were Faelyn's hands doing just then, she must have wondered. But it was only good manners compelling her guests to keep their weapons out of sight, as Heinfroth herself did not seem to mind the pageantry of death-dealing paraphernalia which came into her hall with a party of adventurers.<br/><br/>"It brings me no assurance to look out over a flawed world where folk are hurting," said Heinfroth.<br/>It seemed to be exactly the kind of sentiment which spoke to Zoe, whose hand went to her heart.<br/>"This sanitarium brings you no relief, I see that now," the doctor continued. "And this lunch no comfort. I feared as much, that even the enlightened women of this inquisitive zeitgeist might find our hospital distasteful."<br/><br/>"Still, thank you for the company."<br/>Doctor Heinfroth excused herself from the table. Two of the masked ladies whose pale hands before served lunch formed a straight-backed line to define the route Heinfroth's guests might take to return to the parlor.<br/>"The patients will be coming in from the yard now. You should return to your rooms, and secure your belongings before the hall plays host to a great many idle hands. Should a memento or coin go missing, it's unlikely to be found again before morning."<br/><br/><em>The Library<br/>Danae, Margaret, Rehner, Masked Ladies (2)</em><br/><br/>Margaret, to her credit, kept her nerve in the company of inscrutable etiquette much better than her fellow passengers might fare in the revels of the Vistani.<br/><br/>Doctor Rehner cleared away her work. There was a scent of supple leather, candles, and with Rehner, the sea. Faintly the masked ladies smelled overtaxed or sick.<br/>"Yes, many women are fascinated by the thought of an unscrupulous killer. It's not that easy, to manage or change. On the one hand, they are violent and pose unwanted risk to their compatriots. To make progress at all, one must be made docile and open to suggestion."<br/><br/>Doctor Rehner's eyes were witch-blooded. Shire legends forewarned of girls with the soul of a green god, born to dull-eyed salt of the earth in unremarkable towns with old traditions and older forests. It was the faerie-ring of freckles, all round, which cautioned like an asp's stripes, like a poison toad, like a wasp. Nestled in hectic imperfection, eyes such emerald green contrast unnatural, a stark warning.<br/>"Do you need a demonstration?"