[ Shadowheart crosses the distance to Steve and attempts to snatch the paper out of his hand, if she can manage it. She's not putting up a lot of an attempt, though, so he might still be holding onto it after all--especially with how wildly he's gesturing with it. ]

Oh, what a novel suggestion! The pages have clues, is it?

[ Her laugh is bitter, derisive. She'd cared about clues, too, when she'd first arrived. But no longer. Clue were for people who thought they could go home. But she knows better. she knows that fate is cruel. ]

The better idea is to collect them an turn them in. You'll be rewarded. Handsomely.

[ The last word doesn't sound confident. What's even in Revelbrooke worth receiving? ]