To: Banshee | From: Alice Kyteler

[TheJarl]

Comrade,

O! Well done! I commend your pains!

It has been a long time. Much has changed, yet too much remains. I may have been burned at the stake, but we both know only mortals burn. Now flowers bloom, yet we all wither away. It may be time for a new dawn.

Let the wayward sisters talk and see what the future holds.

Alice Kyteler

[Char Aznable]

Comrade,

And everyone shall share in the gains!

The scent of burnt flesh carries far, yet I did not catch yours until now. Am I to assume your wounds have somewhat healed, then?
You speak of a new dawn, but you also have to be aware that you, much as myself, are not necessarily a prophet of new beginnings.
No matter my thoughts though, I will agree that bringing the wayward sisters to talk again might at least prove informative.

Banshee

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[TheJarl]

Comrade,

And now about the cauldron sing,

I am no prophet for sure. I will not pretend to be Deborah, for my role is that of Jael. Philosophers have only interpreted the world in various ways, comrades. We know what the point is.

The waves carry words to too many shores, the witches must gather around the cauldron. The chairlady is stranded in the desert, so the sisters must complete their ritual where comrade Jane wants to go.

Alice Kyteler

[Char Aznable]

Comrade,

Like elves and fairies in a ring,

Choosing the role of Jael isn't exactly the choice that would lead to trust, but I trust that the sisters will understand your role as what it is to them.
The waves washing upon our shores have brought the sisters to many different spots of land, however. Bringing them to the old cauldron might prove impossible, as both the crimson and the green are not clear anymore, stained by rust and grime.
Choosing a new spot for the ritual is therefor advised, and it seems that comrade Jane gravitates towards the thirty pearls, the day Locarno was severed and bridges remained open.

Banshee

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