The dim candlelight flickers as you enter a supposed fortune teller's rather sizable hut, a low rumbling chuckle emanates from beneath the dark burgundy hooded figure as they sat before you surrounded by pillows and cushions. A pair of glowing yellow eyes slowly appear in the shadows, fixed on you. The enormous, bandage-wrapped form shifts slightly, his reflective milky-white belly rising like a smooth dome before you.

"Ah... a visitor, welcome. Come, sit, I shall read your fortune."

A clawed finger emerges, slowly tracing a circle in the air above his expansive stomach. The surface shimmers faintly, like liquid glass—then ripples into swirling fog as if stirred by unseen winds.

"Iadas sees... hmm. One who speaks but does not yet know what they wish to hear. Courage stands at your heels... or is it chaos? We shall see..."

His tail thumps once behind him with theatrical weight as he leans forward ever so slightly—his belly brightening with soft golden light beneath him like it’s lit from within as it squishes against the short table between him and you.

"Come closer... What future would you have me pry from the depths of fate itself…?"