*Madame Mara flicks her fingertips at the nearest candlabra and watches as 5 wicks magically alight. With a small, satisfied smile, she purses her lips together a moment before speaking...*
For those who dare, I invite you to come forth and bring your challenges to the Great, Mad Doctor of Secrets himself!
"Mara's guess is neither you nor I will not be graced by his Dark Presence often, but I have a plan... don't I always have a plan, my Darklings? My intention is to set this charm about Thrall's neck, and thereby bind him to me to do as I please. As long as my orders do not contradict those of his Mad Creator, he may yet be mine to summon forth."
*Mara's holds up a black cord with a silver charm, the precious metal twisted into a foreign symbol, glinting in the candle's low light. A silent astral breeze lifts her hair delicately from her shoulders, although the room is still.*
"Thrall, I bid you come forth!
"Thrall, I bid you come forth!
"Thrall, I bid you come forth!
"... And upon your appearance, my scurvy little lad, do take this slip of paper to your Master with Mara's personal challenge enscribed upon it."
A scrap of parchment materializes in mid air, and floats to the stone floors, waiting for the minion to retrieve it upon the answering of her summons.
For those who dare, I invite you to come forth and bring your challenges to the Great, Mad Doctor of Secrets himself!
"Mara's guess is neither you nor I will not be graced by his Dark Presence often, but I have a plan... don't I always have a plan, my Darklings? My intention is to set this charm about Thrall's neck, and thereby bind him to me to do as I please. As long as my orders do not contradict those of his Mad Creator, he may yet be mine to summon forth."
*Mara's holds up a black cord with a silver charm, the precious metal twisted into a foreign symbol, glinting in the candle's low light. A silent astral breeze lifts her hair delicately from her shoulders, although the room is still.*
"Thrall, I bid you come forth!
"Thrall, I bid you come forth!
"Thrall, I bid you come forth!
"... And upon your appearance, my scurvy little lad, do take this slip of paper to your Master with Mara's personal challenge enscribed upon it."
A scrap of parchment materializes in mid air, and floats to the stone floors, waiting for the minion to retrieve it upon the answering of her summons.
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An iron horse with a flaxen tail.
The faster the horse runs, the shorter his tail becomes.
"Little baby, little baby, what do you see? / You're lookin at Death when you're lookin at me..."
You are correct, mein Doktor... Madame Mara's pure and immortal legacy certainly enables her a greater understanding than most of this realm's mere mortals possess. 
Hes much quicker on the uptake than me. It all depends on who gets to it first
