"Hard to say," he said, twirling his cane, looking at the topper as if it was the most interesting thing on the Isle, then he tossed the cane to his other hand neatly as he moved around her. "See, the first time they tried a little experiment, they picked four people. Of the whole Isle, just four..." He leaned against his cane with one hand and with another pass now held four tarot cards in his other hand. The Empress, The High Priestess, The Hermit, and Strength. He fanned them out for just a moment then compressed them into a stack face down as his heel kicked the base of his cane, sending it into the air. He caught it in the crook of his arms, both hands now involved in shuffling the cards. Shuffling and subtly swapping them with others from his sleeves. "After that.." He turned over the two of cups.

He made a magician’s pass and the cards vanish. "Sometimes they take a few, sometimes more. I've never known them to take all. Your best bet if you want to get out of here, petit, is to cultivate some... friends.... on the other side. And perhaps we can help each other out there," he said, gesturing to her with his cane now that the cards were no longer occupying his hamds.