Sienna grimaced at the card. So some great bloody anti-hero was waiting to cause her strife and pain was he? Wonderful. At least now she had some idea of what to look for. This was good, particularly if this person was going to pose as some noble, virtuous twit of a friend or ally. It was also good to know that this nemesis of hers would excel at, and therefore likely try to force, open conflict, a thing which Sienna thought beneath her.
Sienna much preferred to handle her affairs with words, playing both ends against the middle to achieve her desired result. A scrap of information here, a half-truth there, a bargain or bribe, and failing all else, one of her poisons in a glass or on a blade from a dark corner. She would just have to be certain to handle affairs in an extra circumspect manner.
Peering thoughtfully at the cards, she tallied up all the information in her mind, not really seeing the last card as she turned it face up.
The Red Condor shrieked at Sir Darvig in full wrath. Wings flapped storms of fire across the sky. "The Mage-God grows in power swifter than it appears to Paladine. This I know. A warning," Sargonnas told Darvigl, "for you to give to Paladine in your prayers."
“I will,” Darvig uttered.