"Yes," the elf replied still looking up at nothing, obviously distracted. "I gave Zea her Trump along with the one for James not more than a few minutes ago."
Jessie couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right anymore but he couldn't quite put his finger on it yet. The fact that his very soul seemed to be itching like crazy was doing nothing to help matters either.
"I wouldn't know any more than you exactly how many people there are Trumps for, though I can tell you that other than the ones that I've already told you about there are, for certain, Trumps for Bulworth, Ambrogino and myself. I'd say it's also highly likely that Trumps exist for both Baldesar and Ignazio though I've never seen them. As a word of warning to you, I'd recommend against trying to destroy the thing. I may very well be wrong about exactly how the Trumps are connected to the person they depict but they ARE connected. I'm not really certain what would happen if one of the Trumps got even seriously damaged."
The itch intensified and Jessie fidgeted, attempting to maintain his composure in front of the phoenix. "Were there any other questions you had?"