"There is danger in the inn."
Klein softly chanted the divination statement, entered Cogitation, and then flipped a gold coin.
Clang!
A faint but crisp sound echoed in the quiet room. The gold coin tumbled and fell, landing in Klein's palm.
It was tails, indicating a negative response.
No danger… With a frown, Klein looked around and pulled out a bottle of insect-repelling essential oil from his coat on the coat rack.
He sprinkled a circle around him, then he quickly took four steps counterclockwise, entering the gray fog to make a divination for confirmation.
In about ten seconds, he received a revelation—there was still no danger.
Returning to the real world, Klein shook his head; put the gold coin and bottle back; wore his coat, trousers, and boots before sitting at the edge of his bed, leaning back against the pillow as he placed great caution on this turn of events.
