Francesca’s question was a good one. He didn’t have a rational answer. "Will you trust me this one time?" She nodded, hesitant, then becoming more certain. His head was still afire, something was drawing him on and he couldn’t be deflected now. "Serrin, take the book there. Yes, that’s the one, the old Tarot book. Check the truth of what I find." He took up the pack, shuffled rapidly, and said to the elf, "I’m asking if there’s someone behind this, you got it?"