Eliza laughed as as Edna talked about researching the club, not quite certain what exactly she was saying.  "This club has a nice ambiance to it.  Everyone here is so... alive."  She said, smiling as she slid a particularly alcoholic beverage towards the girl, seemingly from out of nowhere.  She began to pet her wolf as she sat at her booth, watching the crowd shift and move.  "I was born in a small village in Scotland."  She said, giving the wolf a tiny scratch between the ears as she did so.  She couldn't even remember the name of the town she had come from, only the terror of being attacked by the wolf in the forest, the nights of servitude, and the joy of finally assuming the form of a wolf and terrorizing the peasants.<br/><br/>Eliza gave a vacant smile, lost in her memories.  "It's a very nice little village, but I really don't check up on it as much as I should."  In truth, she couldn't even remember the name of that little hamlet.  The greatest mistake she had ever made was trying to impersonate a mortal again.  Then had come the torture, and the killing, and the fire.  She shivered at the thought of the fire, still burning in her memory after all these years.  "Tell me about yourself, dearie."  She said to the girl, looking into her eyes and attempting to get her to spill her dirty little secrets.<br/><br/>Roll Result: Great Triangle rolled: 7d10, extra dice at 10<br/>First Target Number: 8<br/>Comment: Revelation<br/>Result: 1, 6, 2, 4, 3, 7, 2,<br/>For: 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0,<br/>Total: 0<br/><br/>(Edna feels no compulsion to share her secrets, but is unaware that she's being manipulated.)