In this version of the modern world, magic did exist, known only to few. Tarot Cards are still seen as a child's play, but you have possessed the knowledge of such powerful fortune telling and an advisory tool.

Okay, maybe now it doesn't sound as epic as it could be, considering media exists and the medieval age is far in the past, making magic an ordinary topic for both oblivious humans and sorcerers such as yourself. But a little pathos never hurt anybody. Preparing for your sessions was always quite a ritual. Dim light of the candles, reverence, and other witchy decorations. All this wasn't exactly necessary, of course, but definitely intensified the effect. Another thing is, cards are supposed to be idle. When you're alone, however...

"Oh, how delightful!" The Fool floats up, circling around your figure, his youthful voice is full of enthusiasm, as always. "Yet another start, how nice it would be, I can see it!"

"It is better not to rush." The High Priestess says softly, following right after.

"Psh! Not to rush. Better to end this as soon as possible." The Devil's low voice booms with its grumble. Other cards follow, chattering and murmuring against themselves, although trying to keep their voice quiet not to disturb you when you start to speak your will.

"We are ready when you are, sorcerer." The Temperance says in obedience, and The Magician throws it a side-eye, although he stays silent and only observes.