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

Elisa’s eyes widened in horror as she studied the card laid upon the table with great intensity. Her lips twitching, she looked back up, to the confused and startled Lute, and pursed her lips as she concentrated deeply on the meaning of the cards presented. She solemnly shook her head. 

“What?” Lute asked, his brow furrowing with concern. “What is it?”

“I… I…” Elisa stammered, trying to find the right words. She knew, ever since her premonition of this moment earlier that morning, that this would be an important, momentous, life changing moment… for this man, and for her, but the cards that Lute had drawn were not at all what she might have anticipated. A combination of cards like this… the implications of this meant…

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“Lute.” A voice emerged from the entrance to the Fortune Teller’s tent. Silohuetted against the light outside, her prosthetic arm holding open the curtained door, was Xandra, looking in with a slight, brief curiosity at the furnishings of the room, before quickly refocusing her attention back onto Lute, remembering the importance of their mission; their need to find this score of missing people and, currently, finding Eric. “Did you have any luck? Is Eric here?”

“Eric? Oh, well… no, I don’t think he is, but… I’m kind of in the middle of something here, and…” Lute began to reply, and Xandra drew her eyes down to the table, and the deck of cards resting atop beside the three drawn picture cards. Another quick look at the woman opposite Lute, and the outfit in which she was garbed in, drew a quick scrunch up of Xandra’s nose, before she stepped forward and gripped Lute’s hand, dragging him up to his feet. She didn’t believe in superstitious fortune tellings. 

“I’m sorry, Lute, but we don’t have time for this. Maybe later you could continue this, but we need to find Eric, and regroup with the others.”

“But… but…!”

“That might be for the best…” Elisa retreated from her chair, her hands already reshuffling the cards into the deck. She was now walking further away from the two Guilders, shielding herself as best she could as she cautiously looked towards them from beneath her lowered veil. “I’m sorry, Lute. So very, truly sorry. I wish you luck. You’ll need it.”

“N-need it?”

“Keep your eyes and ears alert at all time, and be careful. The future is bleak, but not set in stone. You will be trialled, and face great, future uncertainty… but it might not be the end. Farewell, Lute.” Elisa parted one of the curtains at the end of the Fortune’s Teller tent and vanished, leaving behind a very confused virtuoso and metallurgist.