Madam Eva cackles. "So lovely of you to ask," she says. "Such a sweet, young thing you are. Ah, but the memories of youth now taste like ash in my mouth..." The crone places one hand upon the crystal ball on the table, which sparkles with dim motes of light under her hand. "Perhaps if you go to Castle Ravenloft, you could keep your eyes open for a certain deck of cards? The cards themselves are thin plaques of ivory, and you might find them within a fine rosewood box. They were taken from us long ago." She laughs again, a bit more gently this time. "I would advise, however, against drawing any of the cards from their box."