[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Psychic Shop – Chicago, IL
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	I smirked at his outburst and sipped my tea, shrugging. Wayland sauntered into the room shortly after. He sat down and looked up at the man with green, glowing eyes. [color=#DB7093]”No need to apologize. I’ve heard it all. Can I get you some tea?”[/color] He turned his head to look away from me, but not fast enough to keep me from seeing his eyes shift to a watery brown. I could feel the distress radiate off him from here. It was probably why Wayland came in from the back. He had a sixth sense for lost souls.