And that's it. That's all I got told. It's annoying enough that the devil plays these guessing games, but having other numbers do it too is going to get on my nerves. So, to cover for them, I'll also ask who are you, and what your business with the cards is.
Name: "Civil Servant" IFF/ID: The Platform Encryption access: Custom Location: Bruchsal base Subject: Decks
" 'Four', not many ask 'machine' such a thing, so do excuse me if I don't put it into words too well. I'm glad 'One' at least told you my name... Civil Servant... Name and role, suits my place in such a left wing group, oath in favor of the unified betterment of all, service on the frontier of the Void. But if you want the usual diplomatic schpiel, paramilitary commander of the anarchist platform, representative of the 'Damnatio Memoraie'.
"I see echos gets around quickly within your family. While sharing whispers within shadows, he told me that you have hands within the language of the cards, 'One' was caught short on time so call so he didn't want to speak on behalf of you so quickly. But he seemed... Adamant. I hope your annoyance isn't directed to me, I'm not quite the publicly overt person to find.
"What do the card do for me...? I don't know, maybe it's a cue of thought in someones own pursuits, or what I may think of as the Voids 'eyes in the dark' from time to time... But I'm never certain. I wonder if its because I wish not to break the shroud of its charming numinous immersion?
"They bring an experience. My little spare time, and the weighing of 'hand and hearts' in the scales had me indulge them once, getting 'four' cards with the promise of three during that time. Maybe I should have expected our crossing within its message...
"Maybe I should get a pair, or does your tongue bring a degree of wain at such an idea?"
Regards - "Civil Servant"
Cell of the 'Damnatio Memoriae'
Perseverance in desperation