You want to know where the bodies are buried?

Ask the ostiary.

You want to know the nature of the clandestine liasons slithering right under your very nose?

Ask the ostiary.

You want access to the secret and forbidden (even the unclean)?

Ask the ostiary.

But understand, she exacts a toll. Ignore for a moment that as she is a conduit to the hidden, filthy details of your enemies’ lives, she is also gatekeeper to the embarrassing underbelly of yours.

Set that aside for now.

And understand that as payment the ostiary demands love.

Will you love something so vile?