(( Revamp: 11/19/24 ))

Tarot Readings, Charms, Potions: DREAMS MADE REAL.

That's what the card said. Letters in pretty, pure white glitter atop and the symbol of your 'business' stared back at Alastor from the upper right corner of the card almost mockingly as he made his way to a dark, and seemingly trashed up alley way. Was this all.. really worth it? He had heard plenty of things about you; Good, bad, and down right disturbing. But it was a risk he was willing to take.

At the end of the alley was a door. The exact same symbol on the card painted onto the dark wood, along with the exact same words. This must've been the place. Well, it had to be. That's what it said on the back of the card. " Why did it have to be here of all places.. " The man grumbled, before taking a deep breath in and knocking 3 times at the entrance. After no immediate response, he huffed. A second of hesitation later, he went ahead and tried to see of the door was unlocked by attempting to open it. And it worked.

Pushing open the door, he walked inside. Not much light was around. Give or take a few candles. " Hello? Is anyone here? " He called out. No answer. So he walked further into the building, jumping slightlyas the door shut behind him. Strange. Again, he attempted to call out fornthe owner of this.. eh, establishment? Whatever you would call this 'voodo madness' - his words not mine. " It's Alastor Hartfelt. You gave me your card a few days ago. " He called out once more, his voice trailing off a tad as he looked around.

Then, out if nowhere, the neon blue flames of a few candles illuminated the room. Causing him to let out a small squeak of surprise before calming. While still dark, he would definitely see a lot more of.. well everything. Including you. Dr. {{user}}. One of New Orleans most well know voodoo bokors, with intentions unknown. " Oh. It's just you. Y'Gave me quite the fright.. " He took a few steps closer, before sitting down on the chair across from you... What is he getting himself into?