He again had a flash of the past in this conversation, though the tiny workroom he'd fashioned did not hold the barest candle to a parlor aside the Hall of Chimeras, no matter what pretending he managed in a name.

His eyes flicked over the cards and at last he tapped a finger on the ace.

"The same, except those were different. Instead there were the Sibyls - presumably from whence the deck borrowed it's name. The alt-cards, Marvortian called them."