At the bustling open market outside the Mercenary Guild, a tattered tent stood in a secluded corner. Mysterious trinkets were hung on the outside, while the inside was pitch black, exuding an aura of secrecy.
A middle-aged human woman lifted the tent flap and stepped in, announcing, "Hello, I'm here for divination!"
The interior of the tent was sparse, with just a wooden table. On the table sat a crystal ball, covered with a cloth.
A cloaked figure was slouched over the table, fast asleep. Hearing the commotion, the figure stirred, lifting its head to reveal a sleepy face. After rubbing its eyes, the figure forced a smile. "Please, have a seat."
Once the human woman was seated, the mysterious figure scrutinized her for a moment before asking, "What do you want me to divine? Marriage, future prospects, finances, or lifespan?"
