Paco looked at Mark.<br/><strong>"I think she's talking out of character, hombre!",</strong>he launched almost defiantly.<br/>Mark rolled his eyes.<br/><strong>"Fine, you can give her a one-sentence suggestion",</strong>he shrugged and leaned back in his chair.<br/><strong>"T-t-tell him about th-the ritual!", </strong>Josh shot, surprisingly alive.<br/><strong>"And the mummified bodies",</strong>Paco added.<br/>Mark rolled some dice behind his screen and nodded, turning to Lisa.<br/><strong>"Go ahead, answer."</strong><br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/>The door was latched.<br/>The floor was big, and beautiful. Right when she plucked it, she heard behind her a voice.<br/>"Who are you? What are you doing in my garden? Turn slowly, so I'd be able to see your hands!"<br/>The voice was definitely male, and raspy like the voice of someone who's familiar with the booze. And the metallic sound behind her sounded an awful lot like the one she'd heard in a Western last night.