# Inferno's Sage or Seer #### [[The Potter]] --- >[!grid] >>[!card|plate] >>##### Type >>###### <span class="info"><font color="#81799">Transcript</font></span> > >>[!card|plate] >>##### Date >>###### <span class="info"><font color="#81799">nth of Month, 2026</font></span> > >>[!card|plate] >>###### <span class="info"><font color="#81799">[[2026-05-13|Session 33]]</font></span> >[!quote|gloss] >Transcript from Potter's machine >[!todo|manifest transcript no-title] >###### Transcript > >|||| >|-|-|-| >|01|one|The quean white elf intrigues me. there is much couth of her, yet, unheard of all the same.| >|02|two|Couth and unheard of, how so?| >|03|one|Hoo bids death, much as death bids her. hoo reeks to me of the blood of the fiendish, yet hoo is nas of fiendish blood.| >|04|two|Maybe hoo reeks so, for her near love sought kinship with her fiendish blood fellows?| >|05|-|[laughter]| >|06|one|Ah, but i am earnest. to think, the luck of her being a sandsman of hell? the inferno's sage or seer?| >|07|two|Or harbinger, maybe.| >|08|one|Maybe. like the ey-elf's prize of snow. the highness would be in for a stun.| >|09|two|Oh, stun forsooth. her hellish clay might forset her weak Godly.| >|10|one|At least, throw off her for long enough til the ey-elf slaughts hem like lambs.| >|11|two|Worthy. we can only hope.| --- >[!cite|transcript]- Transcript > **one** > The quean white elf intrigues me. there is much couth of her, yet, unheard of all the same. > > **two** > Couth and unheard of, how so? > > **one** > Hoo bids death, much as death bids her. hoo reeks to me of the blood of the fiendish, yet hoo is nas of fiendish blood. > > **two** > Maybe hoo reeks so, for her near love sought kinship with her fiendish blood fellows? > > _[laughter]_ > > **one** > Ah, but i am earnest. to think, the luck of her being a sandsman of hell? the inferno's sage or seer? > > **two** > Or harbinger, maybe. > > **one** > Maybe. like the ey-elf's prize of snow. the highness would be in for a stun. > > **two** > Oh, stun forsooth. her hellish clay might forset her weak Godly. > > **one** > At least, throw off her for long enough til the ey-elf slaughts hem like lambs. > > **two** > Worthy. we can only hope.