Claire walked into her inn room. She had managed to make ends meet by the charity given her from healings, but she was beginning to run low on money. If she didn't find more work that paid better soon, she was going to find herself back on the eastern continent. She sat on the bed with the Westbridge Post when a voice entered her thoughts, "Are you there Miss Lavender?"
Claire met with Psycho at Annie's, her mask and cowl up to keep her identity from any Vectorian patrolling the area. It thrilled her to see him again, she couldn't help but admire the esper for his brazen display of his own self. The meeting, however, was not to wax poetic, but to discuss Lithanus. Psycho had heard that he was in league with The Long Death, a fact that Claire found utterly astonishing.
'How do you know these men and their intentions?' Psycho asked.
'Lithanus we met as he ran into the temple of Lathander. He had a friend he had lost, the lady we went to locate in Myth Drannor. We offered to help him find her, and eventually we did. Outside of that, we know little of him. He had planned to go back to his homeland, but I've not seen him in many days now.' Claire removed her mask.
'So you have no relation with the party other than coinci- dence?' Psycho asked.
Claire knew how it must look - she had applied for admission into Radiant Heart and offered help to Lithanus who happened to be linked up with a woman named Maya of The Long Death - the sworn opposition of everything she wanted to be part of. Lithanus apparently had more than a case of homesickness, but of loose-lip-ness. Why he would impart all their doings to a woman who believed that death was a positive thing was be- yond her. And now, it looked as if she was in league with him all along. It frustrated Claire.
'Is there anything wrong?' Psycho asked. 'Something has seemed amiss since our first encounter. I am drawn to you and tru- ly wish to help you.'
Speak now, her mind pushed, or forever hold your peace...
