I remained silent, absorbing the chilling revelations about the origins of the cards and the Veilshards. The shadows in the room seemed to press closer, eager to share in the secrets Miss Rose had unveiled. My mind churned with thoughts of the twisted remnants of Eldritch bodies and the powers that could be drawn from them. Finally, I broke the silence.
"What about you, Miss Rose?" I asked, my voice steady despite the tremors of unease that rippled through me. "How many cards and Veilshards do you possess? What is your role in this realm of Eldritch?"
Miss Rose's eyes sparkled with a blend of amusement and a darker, more inscrutable emotion. "You're quite direct with your questions, Jesper," she said, a wry smile curling her lips. "That's a naive approach. No Eldritch ever reveals the extent of their collection, whether it be cards or Veilshards. Such secrets are fiercely guarded, for they can spell the difference between life and death."