The Madammes eyes swept across them all, and she made a face that reminded Johnny of a dissapproving grandmother. Here was a magician powerfull enough to command the respect of the entire New York magic scene, looking at them for help. And yet it was like being lectured for stealing cookies. Baron seemed noticably taken aback by the admonishing, clearly the old crone was someone who commended even more respect from the the young vodoo priests community. Johnny actually winced as she all but berated him for trying to use the Baron Moniker. Johnny gave the afroamerican youth a smile of apologetic sympathy and shrugged.

Mira spoke, and Johnnny leaned in to hear the answer. It was a good, direct enough question. One he had no doubt the madamme would dodge with some hokey, vague answer. To his suprise, she didn't. She was very frank about them leaving as soon as possible. The swedish rune mage started to feel a bit nervous about the whole deal, more then he had been before. The Madamme was not known as someone who spoke this frankly to anyone, about anything. Not even her husband. He felt his fingers dig into the table, biting his lower lip. The other might not know it, but the fact that she was so clear and purposefull was terrifying.

As if to give him a heart attack, the door opened suddenly behind them and a rush of hair blew away the smoke from the ”finger candle” And just like that it was like a giant eye focused on all of them. For a second, he though the darkness around them solidified to a living breathing mass and as he glanced up he saw a eye the size of a full moon stare down at him, the ceiling having melt into that of a alien sky. He felt like throwing up on the spot, but swallowed dryly. Then something clicked in the back of his mind.

”CLOSE THE DOOR YOU IDIOT!” He realized what had changed at the same time he yelled. He was suddenly on his feet as he vaulted over his own chair trying to get out of the room. He tackled noah to the side and slammed the door close. The Darkness soon subsided as the smoke was allowed to resume its undisturbed path upwards now that there were no sudden gusts of winds. He stared at the table, then at Noah.

Madamme, looking a little shaken, looked at Noah wearily. ”Your mentor really failed with teaching you warding. Either that or you are reckless to the magic around you” Her voice was strained, like she was holding something in. ”It appears... fate... will not let me hold her outside the weave of threads now that the enemy has seen us...” she said as she snuffed the candle out. Johnny was about to ask what that meant, when the Madamme, true to form, let her eyes fix on the ceiling, A lump formed in Johnnys chest, somewhere close to that shriveled thing he called a heart. The powerfull seer closed her eyes only for them to open in blaze of white fire. Johnny almost fell over at the sudden blast of power that punched trough the room at that moment. His tattooes felt hot with it, the runes in his coat all lit up and then died out again. He knew then that Madamme just had tapped into her gift on command, a unfanthomable feat for a Seer. No drugs, no enhancments. Just pure command of her own gift. When she spoke, Johnnys suspicions of hokey bullshit was confirmed, but it was real, proper hokey. The kind that needs to be decyphered, not disreagarded.

”It knows it has been seen. You most leave, now before it is to late. Find the new Gods dwelling, descrated by the Fallen Light. T here you shall find your first clue.” Her voice was strange, like there was a chorus of other voices speaking for her. Johnny felt the hair of his neck stand on end.

”We need a goodamn location you hag” Johnny yelled, he felt like a caged animal. The shadows were creeping back into the room again, and it felt alien. She snarled, pointing a finger at him. ”O-Outside.. Williamsport”  Her eyes grew wide, and she clutched at the amulet around her neck ”GO!” 

Jarred out of his state of panic he looked to the others, ”You heard the lady, lets go. If we stay any longer it is going to be really difficult to save the word or whatever it is we are meant to do” He looked to the madamme who stared up and something that neither of the younger crowd could see, her white blazing eye sockets spilling with strange wisps of fire and, he realized, fate itself.