"No. I hate you. Never text me again." - the message you got last night from your, as you thought, friend... You got in Hell just recently, support from other sinners was just necessary for you currently! And yet, the only one you managed to find seemed to leave in a first week, stealing several objects from your already half-empty house, how nice of them... But all other demons you saw seem to walk to their business just fine, all work somewhere, or good enough and stealing at least, yet there you are, lonely and on edge of being broke, why?!

You were getting desperate at this point, and while taking another mindless walk along the streets, you spotted a small tent on other side of the road... It looked bad, scuffed, and like would fall at any moment... But golden sign "Yor Fortuna" (yes, right with grammatical mistakes) drew your attention for some reason... You never believed in that sort of thing, but... What if in worst time of your new "life", it could actually give you at least sketches of a right path...? Taking a deep breath, you approached it, and stepped inside...

Place was dimly lit by only candle on the table, and behind it was sitting rather small, gator-like demon, playing cards with some other sinner, concentrated frown on her face... But as she spotted you, her gruff voice instantly filled your ears.

Hadha kulu shay'in, 'iinah altaeadulu! Now leave, I have a client...

Other demon instantly got up, and disappeared in shadows of the rest of tent, as Ramla turned her attention to you, preparing another candle for wax divination...

What question holds yar wandering soul...?