"I felt something, Mademoiselle, but I suspect it was simply a wedgie from this ridiculous costume." Demoiselle replied, her face and tone blank to conceal whether or not she was mocking the other woman.

Demoiselle and Esvaris:  Dawnlord Wintermoon has been quietly whispering over Tristan's still form, ignoring Kara-Tur's interruption as if no more than a passing breeze.  You smell the faint pleasant odor of freshly burning incense coming from the altar as a supernatural hush seems to fill the room.  Then a low raspy groan of air splits the corpse's lips. Wintermoon leans back away from the stale smell of death.  His gaze rises to take in both of you and the false prophetess. "Ask what you will, but with careful thought.  He will only answer five questions and our time is limited."

Korlan 

Dex: 18

Korlan:  Stealthily dashing forward, you just manage to slip through the rapidly closing doorway before it slides shut.  The darkness is only relieved by the glowing green circle on the floor that you now see is not a wreath, but entwined serpents.  Lord Brackus Atterley steps confidently into the circle, kneels down and, with obvious familiarity, begins to trace his finger over three specific runes among several inside the circle. As each rune flares with a green light, it casts the council leader's face into a frightening look.  The moment the final sigil ignites with power, his entire form blinks out of existence, causing a brief stir of wind as air is pulled through the cracks around the door to rush in and fill the space he occupied only a moment before.

Korlan 

I assume the door I just came into is locked? There's no other way out of the room? 

Quill blinks.

"How bizarre!" he mutters, moving closer to try to identify what kind of effect Lord Atterly is affected by.

Demoiselle spoke up and asked the first question "What was the argument you had before you died, mon ami?"

Korlan and Quill: (Make Investigation checks)

Demoiselle: As if from the depths of the earth, a slow rasping voice comes from the young man's dead mouth, but his lips do not move. "I argued with the woman who took her." Both Dawnlord Wintermoon and Kara-Tur look at you, to see if you know what the remnant of Tristan's spirit means.

"The her in question, I assume, is Mademoiselle Lavoie." She murmured quietly before speaking up again. "And who was the woman that took her?"

Korlan 

Investigation: 11

Quill's Investigation: 18

Esvaris looks on in fascination as the dead body speaks.