Selene smiled, a wry knowing smile, as she holds it up.<br/><br/>"It's hard to track how far back it goes, but it was given to a king as gift from a visiting queen. He was a man of impressive wisdom and power, the binder of many evils in the world. Her name is sadly lost to the mists of history, but the king's isn't. It is called the Staff of Solomon, and not for my ancestor." She nodded. "The theft of your body, the tearing of a soul from it's home and hearth and cramming it into another is.. trying. One doubts their own mind. You cannot begin to describe what it feels like. It leaves scars." She sips her coffee with a shaky hand. "At least the manner Ephraim uses. There are other methods, but they require different methods. Sorcery is tricky, Ephraim's mentor was a cultist of a particularly dark ilk. The templars put most of the cult to the sword, but he slipped away and has been cultivating small groups over most of Europe. I recovered a book that belong to him and have set about  deciphering it since I got my hands on it."<br/><br/>She sipped her coffee again as she mulled over the question that he asked to her.<br/><br/>"I know a little of this Richardson woman, but not much. She's a apostate nun is she not? One who turned the witchcraft if I'm<br/>not mistaken." She tapped the staff on the floor of the Gazebo. "If Frollo's murder was part of the cycle, she's doing some sort of compact but I'd need to know what she did and where, possibly when."