Introductions suitably out of the way and with everyone having a better understanding of where they all fit in the grand scheme of things Céleste decided it was time to get her own task underway. Once the other woman, Astrid, had finished talking to Fredric Céleste made her way over to the abomination, pulling out a piece of paper. 

"Bonjour again monsieur Fredrick. Seeing as you seem to be the the place where everyone will end up, I was wondering if you might recognize a face." She unfolded a rather worn piece of paper that was once a wanted poster, though much of the ink had worn off or faded leaving being barely legible text. The depiction of the criminal however was rather crisp, having clearly been repeatedly traced over with ink more than once. In fact there was enough layers of ink that cracks were forming in some of the more thicker sections. The man depicted was unremarkable in appearance, looking like a stereotypical man of the time you could bump into just about anywhere. All over the rest of the paper were various names, each crossed out -some more aggressively than others-, with various combinations of freshness of the ink. Sometimes both the name and the lines used to cross it out were equally faded, sometimes the name was more faded than the lines. 

Fredrick's face contorted and twisted in a way that might have looked normal on any other person straining to think but on him caused a feeling in Céleste that made her want to reach for a  pistol. "I can't see that all that well, may I take a closer look?" his long gangly arm stretched closer to Céleste, the ropes supporting it stretching taut as he moved it to the limits of the ropes range. Céleste hesitated a moment, quite protective of the paper, but only a moment. She placed it delicately into the man-things hand and let go. Fredrick seemed to pick up on the importance of the paper as he handled it just as carefully as she did and brought it closer to his face. He inspected the paper for a reasonable amount of time and passed it back. "Lots of folk come through here," Céleste's heart immediately sank as she suddenly expected poor news, Fredrick continued, "and I can't say this man is particularly distinguished. But I can say for certain there have been quite a few people that have passed through here that have more than just a passing resemblance to this man. Couldn't rightly tell you names, names are a lot harder than faces, but I'd be willing to bet my life, as little as it may be worth at this point, that the man you're looking for did come through at one point. Assuming he didn't die or somehow figure out a way out of the town, he'd be over in Fortune Found" Céleste gave a wide and excited smile, carefully placing the now folded paper deep into the pocket she retrieved it from.

"Bon! Merci monsieur Fredrick! I shall venture off imme-" she stopped. "Pardon? What do you mean by, managed to find a way out?" Fredick shifted, a clear sign he did not want to answer the question. "...monsieur?"

"Well..." he began, his eyes looking away. "Now that you all are here, you can't exactly leave until... well we don't know what needs to happen. We just know you're stuck here. That's why they built Fortune Found, so many people have gotten stuck here over the years they needed a second town just to house them all."

Céleste's eyes went wide and she took a few steps back. She had wondered about the strange outer ring of a town but with all the oddness going on just assumed it was more or less normal. 

"Par Dieu, dans quoi me suis-je fourré..."

"Eh? Beg your pardon ma'am?"

"We are, trapped?"

"I'm afraid so."