First roundtable -- Suspicions (Yara)

Brunhilde tore through the feast like a whirlwind. You felt a little jealous of Dee, who was seated the furthest away from the brutal blond and thereby avoided having food snatched before she could get her hands on it.That privilege was wasted on her, too; she seemed to be an extraordinarily light eater. Even the exquisitely prepared meal couldn't stop Dee from staring at you the entire time.

Linda was trying to make small talk with you and catch up, but it was pointless; you couldn't focus on a thing she was saying. Tallula's violin music-- admittedly very pretty-- fought against Yara's yapping, Brunhilde's mouth noises, and the general unease of Dee silently staring at you, creating a mountain of distractions that tore you away from your childhood friend.

"Malcolm... are you okay?" she questioned, now putting on a worried expression. "You've been working yourself too hard. This is supposed to be a vacation!"

You laughed, telling Linda that this had ceased being a vacation when a woman had been made the victim of mystic forces. Kind of hard to relax under such circumstances.

"Y-You're right. Maybe I've been reading too many fiction novels, ha ha. If anything, I'm the strange one for not freaking out more," she agreed.

You noticed that once she stopped talking, the atmosphere of the room had changed considerably during your chat. Tallula had ceased to play her violin, Brunhilde had stopped eating, and Eric had started going around to each door... confirming they were locked. Yara seemed to be the only one who hadn't caught on to this, as she kept on laughing and chattering at Brunhilde, who had ceased to listen to her-- if she ever had been in the first place.

Yara finally shut up as Dee commanded the attention of the room by pushing away from the table and standing to her full height.

"Now that we're all fed," Dee began, ignoring that she'd eaten almost nothing, "we should have a discussion. Before somebody else becomes a victim. There's a game going on here. They want us to play. Fine. Let's play." She began to circle the table, crossing her arms behind her back as she did and now examining everyone, not just you. "Let's each use our voices. Who do you all think is the culprit? I want to know. Explain your theories."

You opened your mouth to start, but before you could, she turned to Yara instead.

"Let's start with you. Yara Ashour. Well? Whodunnit?"

The other woman smiled awkwardly at being put on the spot, wiping at the corners of her mouth where her face was still stained from the sauce she'd been eating. "Ahem. Well. Of course, I have my own theories," Yara giggled, then put on her usual grin. "Shall I share? We'll have a little gossip circle."