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Mollymauk tips his head in curious examination of the spread before him, the delicate chains and the gauche baubles that adorn his horns tinkling softly as he does. Thoughtlessly, he licks his lips, his mouth slowly curling into an enigmatic delight. âHm,â comes the wordless amusement, his eyes still intent on the cards before him. And for all the languor with which his gaze drifts up to meet the drowâs, his crimson eyes are bright as they watch every shift, every adjustment, every variation within the drowââs face, the nuances within his mien in anticipation of the verdict.Â
His customer doesnât quite look nervous as much as ... maybe uncomfortable? Hardly what Molly would consider excited. Which is somewhat interesting, already. âYouâre away from home,â Molly says simply, avoiding any orphic excess he assumes might disenchant his current customer as he pushes the Home and Traveler card towards him.
 Itâs not a terribly astute insight. Molly knows the world-weary look of the dispossessed: the drowâs pale hair kept within a certain degree of tangle, the hem of his cape long torn to tatters, the patina of dirt thatâs settled inconspicuously within the stitches of his leathers. Heâs spend more time outdoors than within. âBut home seems to be something ... complicated for you,â Molly goes on. âItâs no longer an ideal that your heart longs for. Youâve left it behind. âÂ
But the tieflingâs eyes flash delightedly as he taps his finger upon the second card: The Moon and Mirror. âNow this,â Molly enthuses, as though heâs discovered some rare and delicate treasure. âIâve mostly seen this card pulled for libertines and beautiful megalomaniacs, neither of which I, upon an admittedly cursory glance, think you are. Excepting, of course, the âbeautifulâ part.â And he flashes a wicked, toothy smile.Â
âHowever.â Molly pulls a fantastically serious face as he places his hand upon the remains of a card worn nearly blank with age, the picture upon it scratched into an indiscernible oblivion, its name on either ends crumbling off, equally forsaken. âYour future seems to me somewhat .. unclear. Iâd be happy to read your palm for clarification. No charge above the two coppers, of course! But only if youâre curious.â Mollyâs fingers unfurl with an ostentatious grace, hand outstretched to invite the drowâs within the creche of his painted palm.Â











