That raises an eyebrow. "Have you had a recent infestation of R'leyans? My... sincere condolences," she says. "On the death of your... sibling, as well. Ridding the world of creatures that would hasten its untimely end is a lofty goal."

Beatrice did tell her that four of them are regrettably deceased. Sin regado, without regard. "Temperance?" she asks. And, "Assume I am inclined to help you. Which Arcana are your allies? And what should I gain by being your Piece upon the myriad boards?"