<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 - Cellar<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Asylum clothing<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Open<br/><br/>Her patience exhausted with cryptic pronouncements, she spoke plainly, as she might to her own charges, or domestic servants, "There will be enough time for rumination when we leave this place.  For now, I shall have your co-operation, Mesdames, and I shan't accept any argument in that regard.  I am no apparition.  For now, I am your sole salvation from this place of madness.  So I pray you, no more argument.  You shall follow me."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Intimidation Check</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2021-03-07 18:28:24, MdG (uid: 41210) rolls: 2d20k1m4 Result: 22 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=152192)</div></div><br/><br/>Danae drew her lantern into a semicircle, the light swaying, flame flickering, so that she would be sure she had her shell-shocked flock in tow.  "There is nothing further for you here.  It is time for us to ascend from this darkness."<br/><br/>On her way upstairs, she caught the distant hum of musical strings being plucked.  A low, doggerel tune, it sounded to her, like one would find in an alehouse.<br/><br/>"Aloisa," she called to her companion, "it is time for us to leave.  We should have no further business here." In truth, she feared an escape with a retinue of useless and wounded charges.  Still, her honour compelled her.  She had been appointed trustee of the survivors of the wreck of the<em>Charlotte</em>, and this was not so much a duty as it was a higher calling.  To the Doctor, she said, "We have all that we need now, and we shan't trouble you further.  I trust you will grant us safe passage."<br/>