~Beatrice~
As she followed the priest-in-training to their destination, Beatrice couldn't help but glance back at the newcomer following behind them, someone who had been behind them since the University. As much as it put her on edge, she decided to keep it to herself and push it to the back of her mind. Particularly since Erasmo replied to her question.
"The First Prophet's bell tower - that on which we stand, of course.".
She looked back to him and nodded, keeping up the pace as they made their way up the tower itself. The bell tower was impressive, one of the highest points in the city, and overlooking nearly the whole of Altamira, except for the south. That was blocked by a rather obnoxious Vaticine cross.
When they reached the top, Beatrice took Erasmo's hand as he led her to the ornamented railing.
"Here; here is the best view. Now, I will leave you to it.".
She nodded and smiled in reply, before pulling her cigarette from her mouth and jabbing it in the direction of the groom and father of the bride. "You two, come over here, I need you separate from the rest of them.", she said, before looking at the newcomer.
"I don't know you, but you keep back too. I can't afford to be distracted while I do this.", she warned him, before placing her cigarette back between her teeth.
Turning to the balustrade, she was lucky that someone else thought to bring up a table and a single chair, likely because it was a rather nice spot to overlook the city. Sitting down, she reached into her traveling coat and pulled out her Sorte Deck, while with her other hand she adjusted the small pair of glasses she still wore.
Then she began to shuffle the cards. It was flashy, as her ritual always was, but she kept her gaze on the two men she was planning on reading, and before long the Strands of Fate came into her view. There were quite a few, and it took her some time to single out the Strands she wanted, but once she did, she reached up and gave both the gentlest of tugs.
The Strand from the father of the bride was a blue Cups strand, but was strangely fraying. Some emotional conflict between father and daughter, perhaps?
The Strand from the groom, however, was yellow, represented by Coins. A business relationship, one that led in turn back to the father. In fact, the one Strand she was hoping was connected to the bride, a blue strand that represented passion, and possibly love, led straight back to the University.
But that wasn't going to help find the bride. Turning to where the Strands led, she stood up and pointed resolutely at one of the pirate vessels. "There. You'll find your bride on that ship.", she said.
Then she turned to the two men and took off her glasses. "Regardless, while I hope you find her safe and sound, I can't say I support this marriage.", she said, before motioning to the groom.
"You're in love with another. I don't see any reason why you should deny yourself of it. This is a marriage of business, not love, so I suggest you find a different solution for whatever business it involves. Particularly since I can tell that it likely put you and your daughter at odds over it.", she explained, turning to the father.
"But, that's just my suggestion. However, the Strands have never lied to me before, so make of that what you will.", Beatrice told them formally, a small smile on her lips before she turned to Erasmo.
"Now, lets make sure those pirates don't get away. There's a damsel in distress, and I know I'm not the only one who wants to see her rescued.", she said, motioning for him to once again lead the way.