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Lullaby smirks at Michael. "Sounds like a plan big man. Ask them and see what you get..."
Shendra gives a small sigh as she tilts her head forward, putting the fingers of her free hand to forehead and thumb to cheekbone to prop it up. She tilts her head back up and then pulls her hair over her shoulder. "You were willful as a child too, I will wager, weren't you?" comments the oracle. "Why does everyone always have to be so tight-lipped about their dastardly plans? What's the matter, did you sell your soul to a demon from Hell? Pledge your heart to a dashing but villainous sorcerer, or incur a debt to a faerie prince?"
She braces herself against her spear and rises to her feet then gestures with her palm up to the side. "Or is it just something boring like, 'Oh, my employer will hurt me if I give up his secrets,' ? I really hope there is more to it than that - that would be disappointing."