<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c4/a2/eb/c4a2eb3622a5fd5f4149b8e094a22fa3.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Danae Vine-Lott (https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/13428552/mqOlTT)<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Asylum - interior<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Asylum clothing<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Making excuses<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Dr Heinfroth, Medb, Margaret, Open<br/><br/>There was something in the Doctor's placid and controlled demeanour that seemed to give way, revealing for an instant a hint of sinister, and deceptive inconsistency.  Danae's sense was that she would find few answers in discussion alone.  Here, Heinfroth was holding court.  She was in her seat of power and it would be unwise to challenge her, even if caught in a lie.  Discretion was often the better part of valour and in this case they had far too little intelligence to go upon: they had only seen the parts of the asylum Heinfroth had<em>wanted</em>them to see.<br/><br/>"I have...experience of alienists," Danae said, choosing her words carefully.  After the incident back at the manor hall, Mrs Dalloway had treated her with anodynes and carefully-crafted discussion sessions.  Such matters, however, only salved the wound.  They did not prevent the festering chancre of sorcerous corruption from spreading.  To play with the mind was a dangerous thing, and futile, too, when the subject saw what few others could.  "Your work is no doubt of great importance."  Flattery did not come naturally to her, but politeness was if nothing else a Mordentish trait.  She paused, allowing Heinfroth to appraise Faelyn.  Mention of Captain Baykur stirred up the raw memory of her flogging.  She had wanted her tormentor, the minister of that ecstatic punishment, more than anything else in that moment where she had felt so deliriously alive.<br/><br/>"The Captain saw fit to subject me to the lash, as was her prerogative for I was upon her ship.  I fear that I have yet fully to recover.  Perhaps you will grant me and the madame healer a moment apart.  I would rather not impose further on your staff."  It was the most plausible excuse she could conjure and it would be unwise to explore the asylum alone.  She shot Medb a conspiratorial glance.<br/><br/>To Margaret, she said, "Mademoiselle Hotspur, may I ask you to assist us? I<em>understand</em>you have anatomical training."  She was fairly certain that Margaret in fact did not, but a woman of learning would no doubt be useful - there was much in the asylum which remained unexplained and Danae had no great talent for intellectual inquiry.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Deception Check to leave discreetly</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2020-02-19 18:15:46, MdG (uid: 41210) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 15 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=144457)</div></div>