Later that day, at an abandoned mansion near Moonrise Towers, the agreed meeting place.
Charlotte and Eleanor donned black robes, selected twelve crates of carefully brewed fine wine from the distillery, and transported them to the agreed location.
The young lady had handled the task with remarkable abandon. Charlotte cared nothing for the Waning Moon Distillery's business and took only the best. Who knew what expression the distillery manager would wear when he woke from his drunken stupor and discovered he had been robbed?
There was still some time before the appointed hour, so Charlotte and Eleanor sat down in the abandoned mansion and chatted about Shar's followers.
"Hey, Eleanor, tell me-why does the Lady of the Night's ritual need so much good wine?" Charlotte's golden eyes shone brightly. She took Eleanor's hand of her own accord, grinning as though all their past disagreements had vanished.
Eleanor found this a little difficult to adjust to, but Miss Cleric knew that was simply the young lady's nature. After thinking for a moment and arranging her thoughts, she patiently explained what she knew about the Lady of the Night's church.
Major events held by the Church of Shar generally followed this pattern: a principal prayer, a dance, an accusation or some words of encouragement from the goddess, spoken through a cleric or an ordinary female follower with jet-black hair, and a celebration of communal eating, drinking, and dancing.
Every follower would feast at the celebration and recount an evil deed they had committed recently. This could be a grave crime or something as trivial as stealing a bite of Selûne's offerings. Because Shar adored secrets, her followers generally concealed their identities.
These celebrations, depraved and indulgent yet restrained, might draw Shar herself to descend. The Lady of the Night would appear among