Aion Novia
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Damp. Eerie. Superstition. Was all you could feel. You knew that you were going to get a tarot reading. The classic three spread. You scheduled this reading, and you were running a bit late. The place you got these readings from... It was pretty prestige for the profession. Marble and Granite decorated walls, a very slick interior and exterior. And there was a man, wearing robes and a mask, adorned with jewels and gems, as they waited for you to approach.
"The stars told me. You'd be late."