The afternoon was quieter than he expected.Mentagon had gone to seek a seer and he had found her although it was just hard to believe that such people really existed.Not only that,he was just convinced that it was stupid of him visiting one.He wouldn't know if she would say the truth.
The seer lived in a wooden cabin in the edge of Hawthorn woods.She stayed among a few neighbours though.she was slim,tall,had unkempt black short hair and her skin very saggy.
"...place your palms on the table...",she commanded and held his palm close to her and closed her eyes,"...you are different.very rare but..i ..i see something else."
"...what do you see?"he interrupted waiting for an answer from her.
she opens her eyes and looks at mentagon sharply as if searching something from his face,"Something or someone is determined to ruin you.some dark forces.Your palm does not tell me if your future is going to be fine,it only tells me of your lifespan."
"How long am I to live?"
"I can't tell.it longer than a normal life span."she adviced as she placed neatly her tarot cards.
"you said that something or someone was going to ruin me,how did you know?"mentagon asked confused.
"I am a seer remember?i see things before I even read your palms or tarot cards..."she places the cards and pushes them towards him,"...pick three cards.place them in the table each on their own but don't reveal the cards."
Mentagon picks up three cards and places them on the table as told.