Continued from hereĀ ā@lifespent
Straker didnāt so much as glance up at the manās approach, though he could hear the heavy crunch of his footsteps. The next card went down with a slap.
Knight of swords... interesting.
Ah, but he was out of space. He would have to end the reading there. Perhaps a message from the powers that beāor he just needed a bigger table.
āGood evening,ā he said at last, looking up from his work to scan the strangerās face. Or perhaps not such a stranger after all. Heād seen that sort of hopeless look before. Broken, like a machine robbed of its purpose. He looked back down at the card again.
āOr morning, perhaps I should say. This, mon amie, is gris-gris.ā He gestured.Ā āIt says on the sign. I take it you are unfamiliar with the concept?ā