Yseult shrugs again, arms up and out this time to exaggerate the motion. "There is a magic ring that when you wear it, it tells you the name of everyone you see, even strangers or those in disguise. Bastien tested it and it seemed to work. At some point it told him my name is Yseult Alström. He told me, and when I wore it and looked in the mirror that's what I learned as well.

"That's all I know," she says, folding forward to reach for the rum on the bench beside him. "I'm not planning to use it, but I thought you should know."