#blitheclairvoyant

Paco turned at the sound of a voice, smiling widely. “Sí, of course! Do you want a classic roundish balloon, or would you like one in a shape? I can make just about anything!”

Julchen was currently sitting on a pillow near the entrance of her tent in front of a small table. On the table were what looked to be a couple human skulls and various other bones. Not only that, there seemed to be two jars of blood which she was periodically scooping out with her hands and lathering all over the human bones. She paused and looked up at Oliver, random splatters of red covering the front of her shirt. “I know what this looks like...” She said, trying to keep back a wicked smirk. “And you’re only partly wrong.”

“Yeah, I am. You in need of something? Cold medicine, painkillers?” Markell glanced up from some papers he had in front of him to look at Oliver. “Got some really strong prescription strength stuff.”