<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cd/CorinneLorimer.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Corinne Lorimer (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1945676)<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Asylum Upper Floor<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Blue Robe<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Fathoming Riddles<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Corinne stared at the cards, a finger pressed pensively to her lips. This was not magic as she was accustomed to it - the lack of clarity and rigour was a constant frustration to her. And yet she had a great respect for the Tarokka. It was an ancient art that thrummed with a deep power.<br/><br/>"I would certainly guess that Heinfroth is our Nemesis," she mused. "Much of this is unclear to me, but..." she tapped her finger down on the Donjon card. "...a 'facade of knowledge' could very well be a Library. A door disguised as a bookshelf might very well fit the bill."<br/><br/>Next, her finger went to the Innocent card. "Any of the girls in our entourage could very well be considered 'Innocent'. Perhaps Zoe or Michelle?"<br/><br/>Then to the Berzerker. "This one... I do not know. Someone bloody-handed, who wishes to usurp Heinfroth? No one springs immediately to mind."<br/><br/>Her finger hovered over the Mists. She seemed about to speak, but fell silent. Of course the Mists would haunt her, even in prophecy.