Master Cogsworth's Warning
Master Cogsworth's ruddy face drains to the color of old paper the instant his eyes find the card. "Burn it," he rasps. "Into the furnace. Now, girl." His fingers shake so hard his monocle slips loose and clinks against a brass cog.
You've never seen him afraid of anything. The furnace roars hungrily behind you, casting orange light across the workshop. The card pulses warm against your palm, almost as if it's listening to every word.