The servant know as Noss smiles to Defrel and says “Well now my lord, I know not the lass you are inquiring about, but she sounds… dangerous. As for the finest wine, I will fetch it for you straight away…”
Arriving at the courtyard Defrel notices Philo and Geenaa speaking with an older looking knight in fine mail…
Nodding to Philo, the older knight says “Hail and well meet, I am Sir Bernardo Bravos, humble servant of Pelor of the Light. And as to what brings me to this fine festival of course it is to honor my god and the Dame of the Castle who is sponsoring it. I am also running a mock battle on the 3rd day of the festival, and a small tournament for the entertainment of all. You would do me a great honor if you would also join in.” Noticing Geenaa holding her tongue, yet obviously wishing to speak, the knight turns to her and bows deeply. Smiling warmly he says “Madame, I am your servant. You appear about to burst… many I assist you?”
The Rhennee girl smiles and holds out the deck of card to Verrick. He draws three also, and they appear to be a red colored Daemon dancing and playing a flute in a woodland glen; the second appears to be a Woman dressed all in white, with pale white skin and hair holding a gold cup next to a bowl of clear water; the last card is of a sad looking woman, dressed as a bride and looking out the window of a tower down upon an empty field. The girl smiles and says “The first card is the Bard Devil, the tempter and laughing evil. It is the card of secrets exposed and temptations offered, beware his sweet words for they hold lies and disseat. The second card is the Lady of Winter, the dreamer, the future teller, the gaze that does not blink. It is the card of dreams that might come true and of bright futures, if one is brave and willing to come to her cold embrace. The last is the Waiting Bride, whose knight has died on the battlefield before their wedding. It is a card of sadness and bitter loss, of a life that could have been but who fate would not allow. Interesting indeed my lord, for it tells me many things… secrets and hope and loss and temptation I see…” again the bizarre look comes over her for a second and she says “It lives in the earth, in the deep, deep crevasse down there. It is full of hate and hunger and it stirs again. Beware the one who wears the Helm of Power, made from the skull of a young dragon of light, it now is an instrument of darkness and tyranny. It serves the wyrm… and it knows you… it knows you all… it stirs… it hungers… it waits…” and again the girl swoons a bit unsteadily on her feet and seems to come out of the trace. She smiles at you both and says “I hope that you found your futures to your liking my lords… mayhaps' a copper penny for my serves?” as she holds out her small hand…