The carriage pulled up to a shabby looking building in the French Quarter. A pair of simple black doors stood beneath the overhang, and a humble wooden sign proclaimed it the 'New Orleans Historic Voodoo Museum'. Dusk had fallen, and the sign in the grimy window read 'Closed'. Grim nodded to Puck who, after everyone got out and the carriage left, muttered a few words under his breath and tapped on the door. It opened with a soft creak.

She stares at it silently.

"Breaking and entering." She mutters.

Puck turns to Claire. "I'm so what?" He had a smirk on his face, challenging her to answer

,, Thats illegal. ,, Lin quietly points out. ,, You could get arrested. ,,

She rolls her eyes, "You are breaking the law."

"Yeah, I honestly don't care at the moment. Besides, I can use glamour to make myself invisible."

Inside was musty and warm, and Ash made sure to avoid a bump in the carpet.

She stays outside.

She isn't sure if she should come in, she didn't want to leave Lin alone.

Ash looked back at the two. "You guys need to come in and ear what the oracle has to say if we're going to find Ethan."
"Yeah," Puck said. "We came so Princess could ask the oracle where her little brother was."