"I'll be happy to come along if you'd like me to take a look sometime, Seph," she said, giving a soft smile.  "I don't know as much about just rocks except as they relate to the wilderness, but I'd be happy to least try and investigate."<br/><br/>The question of tipping people off made her smile go more solemn but determined.  "If people know about oracles, they know about us and that we're coming.  They'll probably set some sort of a trap, as they all so often do, but the alternative is to do nothing and let the bad guy win.  That's not something I'm willing to do."<br/><br/>When Ophelia spoke up, Sandra nodded, glad that the girl was thinking.  "Let's split up, then.  Do the rest of you from New Orleans have some more information on the oracle, her name, face and residence?  Somebody go with Ophelia, check out her home, and if you can, get me an article of clothing so that I can track her.  If you can't, at least ask around town, find out where in the forest she liked to hang out and where her place of power would be.  You all have my number, or if you don't, it's 612-937-8194."<br/><br/>She looked back down to the ground.  "I'll keep going.  Fate can be kind sometimes, and I think it might end up leading us in the right direction, but I'd love to have someone collecting information to share with the group just in case.  Everyone go with who you think is the best course of action, but I expect that this way will be more dangerous."