Game: Great minds think alike

Sheeram gives Ohalian a puzzled look. "Huh?"

[@Fidrikon: You there? Blackthornes opened the door, how does Ian react?]

Sheeram chuckles light-heartedly. "I wouldn't have thought you were so naive. You should start learning how to see beyond the surface, or you won't survive long in the Planes."

Sheeram smiles knowingly. "In the Planes, if you expect the worst, the worst will come. Belief is power. Go to Baator and expect the worst, and you'll be damned for all time."

The blossoms of the bush left of Ian turn to Blackthornes just as Ian turns to him. They vibrate slightly, as if highly tensed.

As Blackthornes speaks, the entire bush shakes, the blossoms going up and down, making a sound like a hundred chuckling fairies.

Lady Sheeram gives Ophelia a wide smile. She walks over to her, and whispers for only her to hear: "Good to see you in a better mood, my friend. You are always a welcome guest at my house."

She then takes a place in the middle of the group. "I feel an urge in all of you to continue your mission. So, I will give you now what you have come here for."

Sheeram closes her eyes, then speaks in a monotone voice, "Three scribbling chests, containing documents from my last travel to Baator with Charrdh the Whisperer, pages three to seven, eighteen to twenty-two, and hundred to hundred-and-three."

Similar to how the table and chairs came up from the ground when the group entered, three small chests rise from the ground. They are wooden, with many protective steal plates and a silvery lock each. The chests appear exactly the same, a thumb's length high, a foot long and half a foot wide. The only differences are numbers on the chests' covers, displaying the pages that Sheeram spoke about. Those numbers are carved into the wood.

"I believe that these documents contain all the knowledge that will be of importance to you on your trip - unless none of you has Baator experience, but then I wouldn't recommend going down there, anyway."

She takes a look around the group, then addresses the Masked Gnoll. "I want you to take the first chest."
Turning to Blackthornes: "The second one is for you."
Finally, she gives a nod to Ophelia. "Please take the third chest."

After that, Sheeram silently waits for reactions.

"Each chest can only be opened by the one person that took it now. Touch the lock with your left hand, and think strongly Open the chest!, and it will unlock. The chest is magical, it shows always one page of my notes at the top; to see another page, the chest owner has to speak the word Flip. Speak it out loud and the next page will appear - but only if you touch the chest while you do it."

She turns around, giving everyone in the room a smile. "I wish you all the best on your travels."

Sheeram gives Ohalian a smile, although that smile is neither friendly nor happy. It appears somehow... empty.

"Vampires, especially the more powerful ones, tend to hoard treasures and magic. I am a vampire hunter - more precisely, I am among the five most-hired vampire hunters in Sigil. This mansion contains more magic and wealth than most Prime Material kingdoms ever have."

For the very first time, Sheeram looks to the ground instead of looking into the eyes of the person she speaks with.

"Blood treasure is the official word for that, I believe."

Sheeram looks right into Ohalian's eyes. "We seem to live in different worlds, you and me. Yours is ruled by rational thought, mine by emotion. In my eyes, you are more of a dead man than many of the vampires I've seen."

She turns away from him, speaking to the group: "Please take care of the notes I gave you. I want to have them back once you return."

Sheeram turns back to Ohalian, staring into his eyes, then turns away from him again. She doesn't say anything or show any other reaction.

[OOC: So, I get it right the group is about to leave now?]