> Give the key a second, ever-so-slightly disgusted look.> "How do you know this? No one I have asked about this key today has known anything about it, beyond the most general of information."
> Look back at the dancer.> "...May I ask who you are? I am new to this land, and I do not believe we have met."
> Give Hina a slight bow.> "Well met, Hina. I am Miko, a simple Taoist hermit."> Look back at the key.> "I am afraid that whatever you see in this key is beyond my capabilities to detect, however. It seems an ordinary iron key to me."
Well, this game happened.
> "Then what is this doom of which you speak?"
> Frown.> "That mouse will hear about this. What can you tell me about the doom surrounding this key?"
> What was Hina's tone with that last line? Did she sound genuine, or is she angling for a favor that would help jog her memory?
> "Would that be hundreds of years, or perhaps thousands?"
> "Strange. The key's design is not very new. I wonder how long it has spent in that shop?"
> "Is it possible it originated from this area?"
> "Is there such a manufacturer in the area?"
> "I see. Would they have anyone capable of inflicting doom upon a material object such as this?"
> Frown slightly.> "I suppose that is true. It is interesting to know this much about this key, at least, even if this knowledge seems to have created more questions than it answers."
> "I...don't suppose you can discern the nature of this doom? Or if it even has a nature?"
> "Ah. A shame, for I have not an inkling as to what that may be."
> "I can only hope that makes the origin easier to find."