Name: Zelda MacKenzie.<br/>Willpower: 11.<br/>Corruption:  0%<br/>Favor Points: None<br/><br/>Zelda could read the skepticism and concern in Mary's eyes. She smiled encouragingly and squeezed her hand a little. "Don't worry so much," she said softly. "It's just a game with a silly name. We won't even be leaving the dorm. What's the worst thing that could happen?"<br/><br/>She meant it to be encouraging, of course -- but she might, later on, look back on this moment and realize that such a question was dangerously close to the dreaded<em>'What could possibly go wrong?'</em>You don't ask things like that without inviting all sorts of things to go wrong, usually in the worst possible way.<br/><br/>But such thoughts were far from her mind at the moment; she'd found something to relieve the Saturday boredom, she had someone to share it with, and she was going to at least check it out. Still holding Mary's hand, she led the way out of the room, down the corridor and towards the stairs that led to the ground floor and the common area.