<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 - second floor<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Asylum clothing<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Exploring<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Medb, Aloisa, Open<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">History check to assess content and significant of Megujult Eletem</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2020-11-13 19:16:24, MdG (uid: 41210) rolls: 1d20a1 Result: 10 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=150549)</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">History check to detect meaning and significance of silver emblem</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2020-11-13 19:18:18, MdG (uid: 41210) rolls: 1d20a1 Result: 5 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=150550)</div></div><br/>There were stores of forbidden knowledge here, she was certain of it.  Tentative fingers explored leatherbound volumes, the wooden frames ensconcing abstruse certifications.  There had been a volume of some renown in Mordent - the<em>Hammer of Witches</em>- that set out in great detail the practices, beliefs, and signs of sorcery, and spoke at length of their pernicious grip on the wicked, and weak-minded.  Here, though, were elaborate charts and diagrams.  Not superstitious musings, but fruit of reason, and science.  She had with her own eyes seen brains - both goblin and human - and knew their slimy, bloody appearance well, coils upon coils, unremarkable, mundane, even, for a soldier.<br/><br/>"Are Dr Rehner and Dr Heninfroth truly in competition?  Or could it be that their skills are complementary?  That they, though by instinct opposed, nonetheless need each other?"  She took down the volume entitled<em>Megujult Eleterm</em>and leafed through it, seeking its true significance in its pages.  "I have a small library in Mordent," she said, "a modest one, for I cannot say that I am a woman of learning.  Mainly, on fencing, shooting, and the pedigree of horses.  A horse, you see, is a better companion than most sentient beings are.  Its mind is readily understood and if a stallion should become too hot-blooded, he may safely be gelded.  Perhaps the unfortunate inmates of this bedlam are to the good doctors as beasts are to us - toys for their sport."  Oh, yes there had been a library - a quiet withdrawing room far from her wife's prying eyes, were wide-eyed country lasses could learn what it meant to serve their employer.  Perhaps her own servants had begun to regard themselves as inmates, trapped in frosty relations between the mistress of the manor and her distant wife, riven by the corruption of unnatural things summoned up in the garden and in the cellar at night.<br/><br/>"You must forgive my ignorance," she told her companions, "I was never much one for schoolwork.  I am innocent to the nuances of the workings of medicine and the science of life."