”Nobody will call you Baron” The Madamme spoke calmly. Her eyes was not unkind, but it was clear the boy did himself no favors by trying to take a moniker owed to the most famous of the loa. ”You can be happy my husband is not here. His crow would give you no rest for taking that preposterous nickname” She grinned, the admonishing tone melting away quickly into amused, wry humor. The old, African woman produced a large cigar. ”You have an Loa to appease boy, you should try and show him the same reverence that you show the Baron of the Dead.” She placed the cigar on the table. She wasn't going to smoke it Johnny realized, she was giving it to the young Voodoo Priest. ”Keep this on you. Do not smoke it, it is not for you.” 

”what is going?” Johnny asked before he could stop himself. Madamme fixed him with a look that made him quickly shut his mouth before she decided him to be a nuisence.  Her elegant, slender fingers fished up bowl from a drawer on her side and put in the middle of the table. She then poured into it a clear liquid that smelled of embalm fluids and herbs, many which were entirely foreign to the Swede. Then she produced piece of parchment that contained what Johnny realized to late, was a finger. Cut of neatly lowest joint, she dipped the severed body part into the bowls and spoke a few quick words. Suddenly, the tip of the finger lit up like the wick of a candle. The blue light shone brightly as all other light sources suddenly seemed to be absorbed into it. Suddenly they were sitting at table that seemingly swam in darkness.

”You are right to worry.” She smiled a far less kind smile towards Johnny, the blue light flickered across her face. ”I called you all here to hopefully save your lives and others with them.” Her eyes were reflecting the light in a strange way. 

”What comes for us all is... alien, strange and powerful. IT can hide itself even from me, and its agency is unknown.” She said as her voice grew very silent, very still. ”The vision you saw, was likely afforded to you trough a lapse in his judgement and the work of a seer more powerful then me. Someone was trying to find a way to reach out to us.” 

”But why us?” Johnny asked, more then a little flabbergasted.

”Because all of you tie to the old world. Because he didn't have time to be to picky. Because in a way you all have things that might help unlock the puzzle. Your not the only Magus with the vision fresh on their mind. Others I found, have decided to ignore it. Some have set out on their own, some I heard vanished.” At that last part, there was a look of profound loss and sorrow in her eyes. ”Like my charge and protoge, Mimi.” She said. ”She saw it to, and went to see a friend of mine about interpreting it." She seemed to waver if only briefly. ”They found her car abandoned with no trace of her, on the interstate. That's when I decided to contact others and warn them.”

”Feytouched, you are already dealing with a otherwordly. Your patron is part of a different order then this reality, and they might help you shed some light on things. Your magics roots run down your blood line, and you are in contact with the Fair Folk. They know of the terror of a giant. And you are a born traveler, something that will aid you.”

”And you” She looked to Ververa ”Are a seer in the making, but one touched by the Arcane rather then the wisdom of ceremony or the blessing of a patron. And due to the careless actions of another, you are now coursing with it. Should it fail to eat you, your gift will be the thread of which the rest must follow.”

”Her eyes swept to young ukrainian girl. ”It was unclear to me at first why our unknown soliceter chose you.  Your patron is noticably... selfish.” She shook her head. ”I believe, the answer lay with your heritage, much like that of Ververa. Your exact purpose is muddled, like the swamp of that being you serve. In time it will become clear however, of this I am certein.” There was a certein sneer in her tone whenver she mentioned her 'patron' but when she spoke directly to the girl, her voice was assuring and kind. Her eyes flickered back to 'Baron'-

”You share the faith of my Husband, you are young nad foolish, but talented. Your quick wit, coupled with someone who know the different faces of the magic like Johnny and your own Loa benefactor, will be usefull. And out of all of you, I can only trust you. Becouse you would never risk the wrath of my husband, for that be the Wrath of Legba AND the Baron”

”lastly.” She spoke to Johnny. There was no warmth in her voice at all. ”You are no suprise. Your arcane pulse flare like a beacon for any seer of any talent, I am guessing his visions find you due that. You are a walking lure for those who do not understand the  nature of your predicament. But, I suppose your talents with runes and old world magic in general, will be needed, of this I am dreadfully certain.”  Johnny could not help to think he was getting a bit to harshly put down here. But he had long ago learned to respect elders with magical talents and their opinions.

"Now. I assume you all have many questions for me. Please. I will answer best I can."