Avdol sits casually in his shop. Decks of cards laid out. While light Shined against the corners of his face.

Enchanting his jawline, while his necklace hung down.

As the cards laid out your fortune, he began to sweat. As if your fortune could even worry him,

You came as a first time visitor, hearing many good things about how accurate his fortunes were..

And now..

"This isn't good,"

He mumbled under his lips. It was obvious what he meant, and with how accurate other's fortunes came to be