He hasn't seemed threatening, even if he had startled her. Though the news that she can't get to where she was supposed to go has her frown a little.
"I'm still a child, even by my race, are you sure that you want me to compete for you?" She was guessing that was why she was there. "Not that I don't like games, I don't have time for them like I used to."
"I understand. And I am saddened by it. But there are younger children. Twelve, ten. Even eight, once. Thankfully the babe is exempt from this." He sighs, dolefully. "I cannot return you home until this tournament is complete. But some of us would... make it difficult for me to send you home, should they win instead. Or impossible, in one case."
She takes in this information and watches his face. She may not be able to read intentions too clearly, it's still something she struggles with, but he seems sincere with his words, and the sadness he shows mentioning that there are younger children there.
"Then the objective is to make sure you win, or someone else sympathetic to us?" She holds the cup of tea in both hands pondering it.
"That's the idea," Mortimer answers simply, his hands resting around his own teacup as if finding some warmth in it. "I would prefer a win, you understand, but I would not be opposed if one of the others won. The ones to watch out for are Pendu, Abaddon, PSYCHE or Miss Arrows, and MALBOLGE. You might hear them referred to as Hanged Man, Tower, Lovers, and Devil respectively. PSYCHE has already been knocked out of the running, but that does not mean she won't help MALBOLGE win."
He takes a sip, before adding, "There is another - LUNE, Moon. I am unsure where to categorize her."
She listened mulling it over. "Now I'm wishing I paid more attention to divining cards, though I take it those five, maybe six would be dangerous to have win?"
"Indeed. At least, dangerous for you Travelers." His eyebrow raises, more out of a morbid amusement. "Only two of them would be dangerous to my person. The others are more of a nuisance."
"That is all I can ask you to do," Mortimer answers with a smile that, while warm, still seems just a bit too skull-like on his gaunt features. "Thank you, miss Flyleaf. You've been most understanding."
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He hasn't seemed threatening, even if he had startled her. Though the news that she can't get to where she was supposed to go has her frown a little.
"I'm still a child, even by my race, are you sure that you want me to compete for you?" She was guessing that was why she was there. "Not that I don't like games, I don't have time for them like I used to."
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"Then the objective is to make sure you win, or someone else sympathetic to us?" She holds the cup of tea in both hands pondering it.
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He takes a sip, before adding, "There is another - LUNE, Moon. I am unsure where to categorize her."
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