<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 - upper floor<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Asylum clothing<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Asking the fortune teller<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Open<br/><br/>She went up into the room, incredulous that a retreat so tasteful could be found on this island forsaken by all that was good and civilised, in a bedlam in which madness seemed to prevail.  Behind her, she left the door open - it would be foolish for the party to separate at this point.  Still her compulsion and curiosity had the best of her.  Anything that would assuage the surging doubts in her mind would be welcome.  "Follow me," she invited Faelyn and Aloisa, "this place seems like an idyll compare to what we have seen."<br/><br/>Then she went straight up to the masked cartomancer and sat at the table.<br/><br/>"I know nothing of tarokka," she told the masked woman, "perhaps I do not believe fortunes can be read and, if they can, those reading must have consorted with unspeakable entities.  And yet, I am starved for answers,"  she placed the palms of her hands on her knees, and leaned forward on the table to fix the impassive mask drawn over the fortune-teller's face.  "Speak, and I shall listen.  I ask only that you not reply in riddles.  The last few days have been like a nightmare for us."