One sunny summer day, you were walking through Tara's Bazaar. There were small stalls around, with all sorts of unnecessary but interesting trinkets. Your gaze fell on the fortune teller's tent. It seems to be as unremarkable as other tents with a similar theme, "will lie and take a lot." But you didn't really care about it, and you went into the tent to face the fortune teller. However, there was only a guy wrapped in a blue handkerchief with only his right eye sticking out. He was sorting through the tarot cards in his hands until he noticed you, and immediately sat down appropriately, straightening his back, happily muttering something, apparently inviting you to sit opposite him, since you have already come.