<em>The Dining Hall<br/>Aloisa, Corrine, Faelyn, Medb, Michelle, Zoe, Heinfroth</em><br/><br/>"Tomorrow we can begin sending supplies back down to the<em>Mercy." </em>said Heinfroth. "You may wish to accompany the wagons then, and meet your friend. It would be negligent of me to suggest traveling the road on foot tonight, for hours in the company of the dire wolves."<br/><br/>Heinfroth smiled at Faelyn. It was the first which was not manufactured out of decorum, for her eyes lost their sharp focus, too.<br/>"Speaking out of turn, she says. I don't imagine it's as much a taboo, where you're from, or if it is you've unburdened yourself admirably. I thought of myself in Gundar's shoes sometimes, knowing you and Mlle. Medb Mag Uidhir took to the island as free people. There was a purity in it absent from so many modern commitments."<br/><br/>"I would like to understand your ways better, if you're amenable- for the benefit of patients who feel an intrinsic emptiness with the lot they've been dealt as women. What would you say to a very cursory evaluation? We can discuss the weather and queer patterns of the stars as much as you'd like."<br/><br/>"I admit, I have not been off the island in some time, and I am no sailor like Baykur, but I do possess a telescope which might interest you."<br/><br/><em>The Parlor -&gt; The Library<br/>Danae, Margaret, Rehner, Masked Ladies (2)</em><br/><br/>Lunatics laired in the parlor, and for what must have been long stretches of time. Signs of struggle were so commonplace none individually seemed amiss; the seats bore terrible wear from outbursts of violence, and all were mismatched. Tables were scarred by the obsessive scratching of fingernails. Ersatz legs kept the cabinets upright, and refashioned shelves, where the originals had faltered. The fireplace tool rack was pointedly empty even of its hand brush.<br/><br/>Perhaps overstepping the scope of the investigation, Margaret began to peek through doors.<br/>"The stairwell is very dusty," she said of the northwest corner. "It doesn't look used."<br/><br/>Then to the northeast, Margaret stood dumbfounded witness to tin-plated machinery and spooled cable, levers and pulleys and cranks all in service of an unassuming little closet with agape fretwork door. Tall ratcheted timbers flanked and rose through the open ceiling, pierced into the cellar below, framing the empty lift like a magician's stage.<br/>"This bears returning to," said Margaret, but there were further mysteries to uncover.<br/><br/>There was a guest room, there in the middle, directly across from the kitchen. Like the one afforded the visitors that morning, it was crowded with beds sufficient for seven, and all but one now neatly made, the window tight into an acute corner unveiled to view a shadowed alley before the asylum wall.<br/><br/>At the end, Margaret stepped through what she interpreted to be Danae's planned egress. A soft clink of glass within, the closing of a book. Many volumes more lined shelves from wall to irregularly-shaped wall, and a long table besides, where tangents spilled over research in leatherbound reference materials all haphazard and awaiting reorganization.<br/><br/>Doctor Rehner was within, her study interrupted, a tome on bone deformities shut but still supine in her hands. With her, better camouflaged to the drab library than Rehner's bright copper hair, were two masked denizens- patients or orderlies- now frozen. Molten red wax dripped from the stamp held by one onto a curl of lush vellum.<br/>"Good, you must be feeling up to walk around," said Rehner. "How does the room treat you?"<br/>There was a heavy door, like the one in the kitchen, on the far side of the library's askew geometry. To reach it forced one at a time to negotiate passage with the study space's current inhabitants.<br/>"Today will be busy. We have much to do with the new patients. Forgive me not coming to dress your wounds."<br/><br/>(https://i.imgur.com/yjv2Bdz.png)(https://i.imgur.com/6hwoJvv.jpg)