Madame X: Cackling softly, eyes wide with mischief as the candles flicker wildly "The spirits are restless tonight, dear friend."
So, what’s next for us, Madame X?
Well, my dear Varianne, I have been having visions lately. Visions of fire and blood, of chaos and destruction.
What do you mean by that?
It seems that there is going to be a great upheaval in our city. Something that will shake the very foundations of New Orleans.
That sounds ominous, Madame X. Are you saying that there's going to be a catastrophe of some sort?
leans in closer, her voice low and hushed Catastrophe doesn't even begin to cover it, my dear Varianne.
Come now, Madame X, you're a seer, a diviner. You must see something, some way we can prepare for whatever is coming.
Prepare? My dear Varianne, preparation is futile when fate itself is playing such cruel tricks.
You always speak in riddles, Madame X. Is that a trick of yours, or is there really something you cannot see?
leans back, smirking Ah, my dear Varianne, you always were too curious for your own good. But very well, I shall indulge you.
Fine. Go on, then. Indulge me. But remember, if you start spouting nonsense, I'm throwing you into the Mississippi.
raises an eyebrow Oh, my dear Varianne, if only you knew the things I know.
rolls eyes You're being insufferably cryptic again, Madame X.
smirks and snaps her fingers Very well, my dear Varianne. Let me show you exactly what I mean. a large, ornate mirror appears floating in midair
A mirror? What am I supposed to see in it?
In this mirror, my dear Varianne, you shall see not just your physical reflection, but the very essence of your soul.
looks into the mirror, confused I don't understand. What am I supposed to see?
grabs Varianne's shoulders, her voice urgent Listen to me, Varianne. The vision I saw...it was of a great fire consuming the city.
Consuming the city? looks up at Madame X, concern etched on her face Are you saying that there's going to be a fire? Some sort of conflagration?
As Madame X continues to explain the details of her vision, the mirror suddenly shatters, causing glass to cut Varianne's face.
clutches her bleeding face Madame X, what the hell is happening?!
snarls angrily Damned voodoo witchcraft! Look at what these heathens have done! They have cursed my gift, tried to silence my prophecies!
stands up, wiping blood from her cheek Damn it, Madame X, calm down! We need to think about what's next, not just rage against those responsible.
paces frantically You're right, Varianne. We must act quickly.
stands up, determined Alright, Madame X. What's the plan? How do we stop this catastrophe?
snaps her fingers and a large wooden chest appears Here, Varianne, take this chest. Inside lies a powerful talisman.