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    Now that the room was filling up Tycho stepped back and sat back down on his bed. The furniture creaks under his weight. He watches the others, and how they interact with a content look on his face. When his eyes meet Red's he shakes his head slightly to dismiss the man's offer.
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    The skald puts away his basket and speaks again "If only disbelief would protect us, alchemist..." He stands tall and approaches Red with a slight swagger.

    "Lazarz's the name,
    and let it be 'weal'.
    You wheel and deal,
    and over's your game.
    Cannot but wonder
    what will be Red."


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    Aldona watches with no small amount of disbelief as Lazarz reveals a mans head as his bee hive. Her brow furrows as she tries to figure out how that was allowed through the city gates, but dismisses it for now with a mental note to never have any of the skalds honey.

    At Red's offer the woman has a brief internal debate about its authenticity, before deciding that another member of the group would not cripple his allies before they set out. She approaches slowly before standing by the man's bed.
    "Is this some sort of trick that travelers play, or does it have some sort of magic involved?" She asks.


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    Riggett appears by the tall woman's side to await his fortune from Red. "Does it really matter?" he asks Aldona. "I'm just looking for something cool to shout at strangers." He weaves his fingers together and splays them forward together in a web, and an array of small pops emanates from his finger-joints. "Let's do this."
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    Red keeps his dark, almost red-brown eyes focused on the small rat-like clergyman as the others speak and gives only a slight frown at the appearance of the blue mote. "This is no mere deck of cards small one." Red gestured in a manner that seemed to exaggerate the ominous nature of his actions. There was something serious in his actions, as if the act was just a cover for something more real than it was presented to be. "These are harrow cards, ancient and powerful, handed down through the generations of my family from beyond ancestral memory." Red flourished the undrawn deck revealing the detailed hand drawn and painted backs of the harrow deck. The image of a woman's face, turned away from the viewer as if looking into the distance graced the center of the card while her long flowing hair cascaded down her back and gathered into her hand where it was twisted into a strand that became the complex cord of the card's border.

    "A fortune for his holiness."
    With a fortune teller's flourish Red revealed the card he had drawn for Rigget, a beautiful woman dressed in ancient finery with a poise suggesting refinement. A crown appears in one corner of the card. "The Courtesan. You will soon face the dangers of political intrigue in an important relationship, however the Courtesan will see you through the false steps of superficial social politeness." Red spoke with a grave seriousness before quickly swiping up the card and returning it to it's deck.

    Catching Tycho's eye, there is a brief moment of hesitance before the youth's eyes narrow slightly and he turns over Tycho's card. "A misfortune for the strong are bold in their strength, are they not?" Red did not wait for a response, his attention focused with an uncomfortable level of intensity on the enormous man on the far side of the room as if absorbing every detail about the man. Turning the card drawn for Tycho over, Red revealed the image of a cruel looking tiger-headed man. A symbol of a book appears in one corner. "The Rakshasa." Red intoned darkly. "This is a terrible card to have for a misfortune, for it is unfortunate in itself." Red's gaze didn't break from Tycho as he spoke, it didn't even seem as though he had looked at the card when he turned it over. "You will soon fall into bondage to the power of another. Be it a person or a thing, that will rule over you in either money, learning, or knowledge." Red scooped the card up in a single motion and returned it to the deck with a smile and a wink before turning his attention to another.

    Red gave his attention to the bugbear before him. "You are wise, my war sung friend. For you asked for Weal and in that I will read from the cards not just a fortune, but a good one." Red turned the skald's card over in a gesture different from the others, suggesting that every motion the soothsayer made was important in his single card readings. The card revealed a stylized owl on a branch, a needle clutched in one claw. A star appears in the corner of the card. "The Owl. The representative of Natures harsh Order with the power to sew life back together, or pick it apart. For a time, the natural order of things will be kind to you." Red's dark skinned hand quickly swept the card up and back into the deck he carefully guarded.

    "Yes." Red stated in answer to the woman's request as he turned his attention to the powerfully built warrior before him. He gave her a friendly smile. "You are uncertain, that is good for the cards are uncertain until they are turned and even then they speak in riddles. A little game, a little joy, a little laugh, a little fear, a little tear, a little magic found in every day things. Let us see what the cards say for you." Red turned the card over. The image of several figures appear on the card depicted in various poses, none of them are real however as each is a wax figure sculpted to mirror the real thing. A symbol of a shield appears in the corner. "The waxworks... Torture, imprisonment, helplessness, paralysis..." the fortune teller spoke with a concerned tone. "As the figures are mockeries of the real, so you will experience the pain and helplessness of a relationship that is a mockery of what it represents. Without more cards to speak, I cannot say more." Red snatched up the card and returned it to the deck.

    "Let's see what the cards say for me." He spoke with a barely restrained energy that bordered on zeal. Turning the card over he revealed an extremely beautiful hand painted picture of a unicorn. The detail was startling, almost as if the artist had the real subject to draw from. A symbol of a crown was drawn into the boarder. "The Unicorn." Red smiled to himself, "This is a good and fortunate thing, the Unicorn speaks of altruism and what is needed will be generously offered." Red returned the card to the deck and looked around the room and then to his bed. There was still one card remaining, yet everyone had received a fortune, or misfortune. "Odd, there is one card remaining. I don't remember miscounting. This is an omen!... we are missing someone. A fortune forsaken will hang over us!" Red shrieked with a staged fright.

    Discharging the alarm he may have caused, Red give an easy grin though his eyes conveyed a disquieting edginess. "The cards whisper in riddles and codes. What they say may not come to pass, either for ill or good, depending on what actions we take. Heed them, or don't. Lady Helenana knows." Red stood and took a little bow before collecting his cards and returning them to his pack and promptly leapt onto his bunk and grunted. The bed didn't give as much as he'd expected.

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    Tycho laughs softly at the gypsy's show and tell but he didn't comment. He'd seen dozens of such charlatans earlier in his life and he knew well the staged gravity of poppycock. With a small knife he started to clean his finger nails, not losing his smile or amusement though. It was an interesting lot.
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    Riggett mulls over his card. "'Riggett the Courted?' 'The Guided?'" he mumbles to himself on his way back to his bunk, but pauses as he passes Tycho. "I'd hate to be you." He resumes his journey across the room.




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