<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c4/a2/eb/c4a2eb3622a5fd5f4149b8e094a22fa3.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Danae Vine-Lott (https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/13428552/mqOlTT)<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Asylum - interior<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Grey hemp blouse, navy blue felt breeches, barefoot<br/><strong>Content: </strong>On edge<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Faelyn, Open<br/><br/>"I fear I do not like it any more than you do," she told Faelyn in a strangled, conspiratorial whisper she had not used since boarding school.<br/><br/>She walked the corridors of the asylum with the trepidation of a scout stepping into enemy land.  The appearance of their host's welcome unsettled her, and she felt still more vulnerable in an unfamiliar locale, surrounded by so much that remained unspoken.  Above her, the sign that spoke of Ezra's oversight over all things was unnerving.  It was a veiled threat, she was certain, reminding the patients - or inmates - that there was no dark corner of their psyche that could not be illuminated.<br/><br/>"How would you go about...treating your patients here?" Danae asked the orderly.  That they had been shown a room was cause for some concern.  She had not intended on spending the night in the asylum, but the long trek back to the docks after nightfall would likely have been sufficient excuse for their hosts to detain them. "I ask out of interest.  We are of course most grateful for your hospitality, you mentioned a bath?"<br/><br/>The prospect of some privacy would give the party time to decide how best to manage their enforced sojourn.