Once the wine she ordered is delivered, Drina takes a drink and makes a bit of a show of swishing it around before swallowing, ”Ahh! An excellent wine for so small a village. And would tonight’s meal be as fine?, the fortune teller asked, smiling her best smile at her server.

”You know what? Just go ahead and bring supper when you are ready to serve. This establishment is very clean, and the wine is good. And would your proprietor mind if I earned a few coppers plying my trade over here in the corner tonight?”, she asked, I would be happy to Harrow for him for free, should he wish it. Or his lady wife instead.”