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Erin listened to the answered questions, holding her hands together around the poor girl in her lap in a loose clasp. This was all fine and dandy and her answer wasn't changing, but that wasn't question she meant when she asked.

[Color=00aeef]"I'm sorry, but I appear to have been misunderstood. I was asking about sharing knowledge about the [I]others[/I]. Those we make Pacts with, if you will. I have... Needs. And only a very specific type can satisfy my desires, and my search has been long and maddening."[/color]

Everything else seemed straightforward to Erin. They needed to find something that didn't belong in the city. A simple enough job, though it had plenty of opportunities to turn into something dangerous, truly questionable. Nothing to worry about.

But she had included a mole? A weed? Now... Why would she do that?

Erin tsked, unfolding her hands, and pulled out the Vial. Sliding the poor dear off her lap and taking her hand in Erin's free hand, Erin stood up.

A deep breath, a simple phrase in a language long forgotten, and she cleared her mind but for one objective:

Find the plant, this long time friend of their hostess.

Her Vial lifted, pointing at the man named Alonzo, for a solid ten seconds before she let her mind return to normal thoughts.

[Color=00aeef]"Alonzo, dear, it appears you're the immediate answer. Perhaps you hold vital information and already know the answer, or perhaps you are the answer. My divination spell has named you the next step in answering the question."[/color] Erin announced to the room at large, staring at the man deadpanned.