Tristan leaned back on his arms in a huff and watched the two women. Doctor Summers stood with one hand cupping her chin and the other in her pocket, while Lysithea held her hands over the top of her book, curling her fingers down over the pages.

"Mhyes, meeting sir DeLaine, a difficult quest indeed. The man or the beast?"

"I-... there are two?" Lysithea looked upon the gnome in confusion and the woman slowly shook her head.

"No, no. One person, two versions." She looked up towards the sky, considering her words and then gestured down towards her shadow who stomped around in frustration, attached to her feet. "One is darkness and cruelty, a beast." She then gestured to her own face. "One is light and kindness, a person." She pulled her hand back down into the pocket. "But which one is which?"

Lysithea hugged her book to her chest, looking into the grass and bit her bottom lip in thought while Tristan grumbled to himself.

"A matter of-... of perspective."

Summers snapped her finger. "Indeed, and which perspective are you looking through?"

"I-... I want to speak to the person he-... he is and not the one the world has made him into."

"A good answer although not necessarily two options. Isn't the world shaping you into you? Or are you born into who you are without need of experience? Perhaps I should simplify, speak clearly."

"Yes! For the love of any and all gods, speak clearly!" Tristan shouted and Lysithea slapped his shoulder again with a scolding frown.

"Do you wish to speak to the beast that preys on the innocent and criminals to feed from their life force or the man who makes the decisions on how to act and think?"

"The man." Lysithea said, nodding in response. Summers nodded in turn.

"What have you tried so far?"

Lysithea flipped through her book.

"I-... I haven't really tried anything. I left a-... a message in the crypt after travelling down there every night for a few weeks."

Summers nodded and gestured with her hand for the woman to continue.

"And I-... I was told by Orlock that I could use a blood sacrifice to bring him to-... to me but I haven't tried that yet."

Summers shook her head and corrected her spectacles.

"No, no, no. That won't do at all. Using his desire to feed, his need for blood will bring out the beast and not the man. Once you have brought out the beast you'll lose the man. He will see you as prey and his other self will be hidden."

Lysithea's eyes widened and she pressed the book close to her chest. Her shoulders trembled. "I-... I didn't know."

"No and that is alright. Ignorance isn't a crime nor a fault, only the failure and distaste in growing and learning is." Summers tilted her head as she watched Lysithea who slowly relaxed her body language again. "But you didn't do as the Occult follower recommended and therefore no harm was done."

"Then, if blood doesn't work what should she do?" Tristan sat up straight, rolling his shoulder to relax the muscles.

"He is deeply religious, they say. To make a scene, putting on an act to bring him out could be an option. Talk down on his god, denounce him and show your defiance to his rules of terror. Make Sir DeLaine take interest in you."

"I'm not-... not good at taking the centre stage. If too many-... many folk look at me I get nervous and scared." Lysithea mumbled and the doctor nodded in understanding.

"What about finding his resting place? Others are already looking." Tristan offered, placing a hand on Lysithea's shoulders.

"Bah! Foolish wish-to-be heroes. They are obsessed with finding something that can't possibly be found. A coffin, hah!" She shook her head and her shadow burst out in manic silent laughter. "How would you find a needle in a haystack if the needle keeps being moved? No, no, no. That won't do."

"Then what could I possibly-... possibly do?" Lysithea looked up at Summers who stared into nothing for a brief moment and then down at the girl who sat hopelessly in the grass.

"Before you can do anything with anything, if it is to be done right, you need to know how." Summers raised a finger into the air. "Research him. Ask around Rosas for any information you can get." She held out her hand towards Lysithea who looked upon them, confused and as she reached for them a grey pouch of gold coin appeared upon the palm.

"Payment." Summers said as Lysithea took the small sack between both hands. "People are more likely to share if their greed is being fed. Offer coin for information." 

The blonde haired woman slowly untied the pouch and peeked inside. Her face was illuminated by the glittering of gold. Her eyes grew large and she turned her attention towards Summers who suddenly began to fade in and out of view.

"Summers? What-... what is happening?" 

"My time is up… too bad I had so much more to ask, so much more to tell."

The gnome turned her face towards Lysithea and gave her a crooked smile. "Information and research is your weapon. Gather as much of it as you can."

Lysithea quickly reached out with her hand in an attempt to catch the white haired woman. "Wait!" As she was about to grab a hold of her jacket Summers was already gone, leaving nothing behind. 

As if she had only been a dream.