Thread:Orion's Dagger/@comment-27989107-20190907151914/@comment-5647250-20190918074257

Yriscal: (he looks up at the sky from his location lying on the ground and starts laughing. He starts reciting a poem)

There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile,

He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile;

He bought a crooked cat which caught a crooked mouse,

And they all lived together in a little crooked house.

Samaritana: (she stomps down on Yriscal's chest) Silence. (she gazes up at Hermit) What exactly have you do-(she stops, turning quickly to look past the barrier. Something is happening outside.)

Major Fraser: (talking to Seer) You know, you kids remind me of my own children...(he whistles)

Seer: Hm, what's this? (she noticesa piece of paper in her hand) Líf, can you read this for me?

Líf: (she takes the slip of paper, clearing her throat) "You will be reunited with your eldest sister soon. That is good. I have sent this message to help with one detail: you sister may be referred to as the Empress of Lost Things. That is all. ~ Epithet of the Nameless Few."  ...What in the world? Where did this come from?

Major Fraser: (he grips his pole) I think I have her!

Seer: You do!? Quick, don't lose your grip, wind with a rhythm. ​