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[Haspen]

@Tantallos: "Five hundred for Worm, eight for Carrion. No haggling." The mage spoke quietly and rubbed his goatee.

@Gregor: "I grab your hand and put it above the fire, and then I look into your skin, and veins, and divine your future from the relentless movements of the etheric fluids inside your palm. Simple as that, but from your outfits, I guess you're not mages and have no idea what I'm talking about."

[Praefectus Screptum]

Tantallos looked to the side and nodded a bit.

"Very well.."

[CrimsonEon]

Olison paced through the town, looking at the various wares the merchants were pushing. On passing the spear merchant, he made a mental note to check Kesselring's stocks for javelins. Just a few steps more, he stopped dead at the tattoo maker, laughing heartily.
: "Ha ha! I didn't know they had these this far south. Where do you hail from?" He spoke to whomever ran the shop.

[Haspen]

"...From somewhere else than here. Escarnas." The tattoo maker spoke with irritation in his voice.

[freeformschooler]

: "You first, then me."

Charlotte then laid down four gold pieces in front of the fortune teller.

[Sirus]

: "Alright, let's do this!"

Gregor extended his hand towards the green-haired woman.

[Haspen]

@Gregor&Charlotte: The woman quietly took hold of Gregor's palm. Her fingers began to brush at his skin, from his wrists, to his middle and index finger, and then she pulled his hand above the fire, so the bottom was lit but the fire wasn't doing anything else than comfortable warmth on the skin.

"...Very interesting. Can I see your hand too, sweetheart?" She asked, tilting her head to the side and looking at Charlotte.

[CrimsonEon]

Olison's smile faded, and he bowed his head apologetically.
: "My apologies, I mistook you for a man of another city. Best fortune with your business, next we meet I may have cause to buy." Olison nodded respectfully before moving on.

[freeformschooler]

Charlotte offers her hand.

[Praefectus Screptum]

"Where is Adrien anyway?"

He turned around and looked from side to side.

[Haspen]

@Olison: The man grumbled under his nose and started polishing a small knife and several long, flat needles.

@Charlotte&Gregor: The woman took Charlotte's palm in the other hand, her fingers doing the same kind of movements across her skin. For a brief moment, the fortune-teller's face twisted in a grimace. She faked a smile quite quickly after that and let out a hum.

"...I see the lives of you two intertwined closely. The further in the future, the closer your fates become. I can't see very far into your future, though, which puzzles me, because most of the time I'm able to see as far as into someone's elderly years... so I cannot say that your lives will be long. You might die before my time comes, and I'm already past child-bearing age. That's what I can say you."

[Taricus]

Adrien starts looking for a weapons merchant, one that dealt with axes.

[Haspen]

Adrien found him very quickly - his stand was near the main road. He was incredibly pale of someone traveling in the sunny south, and his hair was black, betraying his Berebian roots.

"Can I help you somehow?" He asked, glancing at Adrien's armor.

[Praefectus Screptum]

Tantallos followed Adrien and poked his shoulder.

"Axe guy, how much money left do we have?"

[Taricus]

: "Indeed, any axes for sale?"