[b][u]Phillis Circus: Fortune Teller's Tent[/u][/b]

The woman inside the fortune teller’s tent slowly turned, her body shifting to face Lute’s direction, the face beneath the light blue veil betraying little thought or emotion as she simply faced the flustered and flailing man. Normally, a person would have been shocked to see someone burst into their room and be taken by surprise, demanding to know who they were and what it was they were after. But not this woman. 

The reason being, she had already seen this happen before.

“Welcome,” The woman began, her voice lilting with warmth and surety. “My name is Elisa.” 

The woman turned again, showing her back to Lute as her hands continued with the operation she was performing before his sudden entry. Lifting up a teapot, she poured the hot liquid into two cups, and finished her preparations. As she delicately placed the pot back down again, she carried the two cups on a tray and sat herself back down at her table located in the centre of the room, placing one cup on a saucer in front of the empty chair opposite her, and taking the other for herself. After slowly lifting her veil up off her face, she sipped on the warm tea, and smiled at the taste. 

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“Well, Lute,” The woman began, her hand motioning to the empty chair. “Sit. Drink. We can talk about your friend… [b]and your future.[/b]”