<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/angel1-1.jpg)   <br/><div align="center"><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Muriel - Unknown</span></span></em></div></div>"Oh.  I thought maybe that was why you came here, why you ignored the warning.  Some people do that.  Or they used to; there was a ceremony for it.  I think."  She turns her palms up with a look of apology.  "Have you been here a very long time?  It doesn't seem like it, but Arman said the Festival wasn't last week, either....  And I'm not<em>keeping</em>you here.  I'm not mean!"  She's upset by the idea; it was what everyone seemed to think of her.  They didn't understand.<br/><br/>"You can leave."  She gestures to the door, now on the opposite side of the room from Muriel.  "You'll just die.  But I think...the others may be distracted tonight.  There's a horrific sound coming; like a cat's claws on tin.  With screaming and some sort of pulsation.  They call it music,  but I don't think it is, really.  Do you?"<br/><br/>She pauses a moment to think again.  "I've never actually tried to send a message.  Well, sometimes I pray, but your brother won't hear that.  Perhaps one of the crows could carry something?"<br/><br/>