Black: queen's bishop Bc8>g4

A few blocks away from the hotel, in a musty, cluttered shop down on Rue Poppet, Doc Jumbia prepared for the celebrations in his own unique way. He was a voodoo priest, and he knew Mardi Gras was a time of elevated magic. He could sense the spirits near to him, including one powerful but mischievous presence. The spirits called him Uzulu, and though his motives were unclear, his guidance was palpable.

Jumbia laid out his talismans and charms and began an incantation. "Spirits of our ancestors, who we have served since ancient times in our ancient lands, and who watched over us during our capture and bondage, and will be with us when our liberty returns again, Jumbia your humble servant hails you and pledges his power to your bidding..."

From their own dimension, Valkyrie peered nervously across the chessboard at Uzulu. "Does he know we are here?"

Uzulu smiled. "The voodoo priest isn't such a bad idea, now is it?"

And down on Rue Poppet, a bell rang in Doc Jumbia's shop.