Douglas
*Castelle finds himself in the main street. With an umbrella to give him shade when the sun is at the top, it is not a pleasant feeling. He was used to it, as people often come to him to make it worth it. Sometimes they would want him to look at a wounded person and sometimes people just wanted to find out who has a crush on who. Those were the services he could offer. He leaned on to his desk, where he usually watches people go by. He wanted some fun under the sun, as it was the thing which kept his mind off from thinking of taking some leisurely sips from a well of deep crimson.*
Paul
*Terrel would shift his way through the crowds, the high rise of the sun notifying him of how much the day had already gone by. Usually he wasn't one to let a day pass so quickly with little progress, but it seemed it was just out of his control this time. The man appeared like most other Elves with his cloak, pointed ears, and colorful hair. However, upon his face sat a mask with resemblance to a pig. Why he wore it was always questionable, but he didn't seem to care of the side glances he typically got. He'd make his way down the main road with his horse following just behind with the lead he was attached to. Occasionally Terrel's gaze would pass by the different stalls lining the streets. One never knows what they might find in the Capitol of Silnaria. At one point he'd find his eyes setting on Castelle, whether he was staring out of curiosity or a mild passing glance was still up for debate however.*
Douglas
*Castelle's gaze would clash with a certain figure. One who would easily recognize as 'huge' when it comes to physique, with an apparently personalized and unique visage many would consider to be unnatural. Castelle turns his eyes, for a fraction of a second, to the card he just drew. He then redirects his gaze to the man he was seeing, as he was so very fond of those with a huge physique. He was so... Unelven, which piqued his interest which was probable, but would it be possible that he saw the man as a rich source of crimson? No, his so called unending thirst was just a playful exaggeration. One he makes in order to provoke reactions, mostly from those who he would call friends. Either way, he had to meet this person. He stands up and takes a step, and calls out to the man.* "You, mon brave. You seem like a man of fortune. Say, would you like to have it read by moi?" *In an elegant manner of speech.*
Paul
*Terrel would come to a slow stop as Castelle would call out to him, at first not sure what he was going on about.*"He's speaking to me, right?"*He'd question in a low voice to his horse, only to get a huff in response from the steed. It seemed this man was speaking something about fortune, which the Elf would think it random for him to be consider a man of one. If anything, it was quite the opposite with his luck. There would be a short pause for a moment as he'd question if this person was worth heading over to, but seeing as he had nothing better to do in the shopping district, he figured he'd might as well check it out. The Elf would head over, albeit skeptical to what this Elf's business was. Reading a fortune? This he had to see.*"Not much to read that you don't already see."*He'd say, coming to stand just a few feet away from Castelle.*"What's there to get out of with reading fortunes anyways?"*His tone seemed a bit dubious, most likely not believing in whatever magic people think fortune telling comes with. Perhaps it would be the least bit entertaining to hear however.*
Douglas
*Castelle would smirk, he loves the type of man he was talking to. Skeptical, perhaps. Yet it was all the more fun when a fellow adventurer like him (or so he assumes) was in the other side of this fateful conversation.* "Everyone has a fortune, mon ami. A few of us are blessed with one which is good, perhaps. And if it was the case, would it make it less worth to lend our gaze?" *He would say looking directly to the eyes of this colossus of a man, shuffling his cards as he does so. After a brief delay, he prepares to draw and say* "I see a lot of things, yet vision means nothing without guidance. Ask me, mon brave, and an answer ye shall receive."
Paul
*Terrel thought about his question for a moment, eventually giving out a sigh. He really was looking to a fortune teller at this point wasn't he? With the man claiming to see much, but mean nothing without a question to guide it, it seemed. So he was supposed to ask him something about his fortune? The Elf thought about it. What did he want to know about his fortune anyways? His horse would trot up next to him, causing the Elf to give him a light pat on the snout in his moment of thought.*"Alright, how about this then. Will I ever be able to escape the path that others had set for me?"*He'd decide to question in a hint cryptic sarcasm. It seemed more of a test than an actual question. Though he asked it nonetheless.*
Douglas
*Castelle smiles for he was in his playful phase after all. Drawing his card without breaking eye contact except for a brief moment of turning his eyes to see the card, he finally sees the answer. The card was a card which fits well to this question, the infamous Wheel of Fortune. A symbol of inevitability, but in upside down. Suggests a lack of control, or the desperate clinging to the concept. Or simply bad luck, which seemed to be the case with this man. He shows it to the man, and then speaks.* "Not by a long shot as it seems, I am afraid." *He says, quite bluntly for someone so dramatical until then.* "Not everyone is able to choose what their conflicts are in life, but how we react to it defines us in the end." *He would say as he reshuffles.* "Sometimes, life chooses our struggles in our place. In the end, it is how we react to it is what defines us." *He adds to the answer, preparing for another stuffle. He seems to be enjoying this, regardless of what outcome his cards say.* "So, what brings a colossal and rather original figure like you to this pompous place?"
Paul
"Why am I not surprised?"*Terrel half questioned to himself. He supposed after having a bunch of magic literally beaten into him, he should have had his answer. It seems he had quite a while to go to escape the Elven Heritage. A start would have been the Capitol at least, but of course he had to get himself lost within the lands of Silnaris and caught into a job of fighting them. Being asked what brought him here, the Elf would eventually refocus his gaze on Castelle.*"Work mostly."*He'd say.*"Typically look around for jobs where the best amount of money can be offered for them which I guess I've been fortunate enough in that at least."*There was a pause for a moment, his gaze shifting down the streets of Ulnoor before he'd eventually question him.*"I assume you call over every other Elf that passes by just to give them a random fortune?"*Terrel wasn't quite sure what business there was in that, but the man seemed to oddly enjoyed it either way.*
Douglas
"Not at all." *Castelle chuckles to himself. Maybe there was some truth to it, but how dare he assume that he would ask everyone? But then again, he just did fortune telling as a hobby. He draws another card, for this time for his own question. It seems to be the Fool, this time facing right up.* "I am actually doing this as a hobby. I am something of an adventure myself, just like you. But my specialty is on more... Vital affairs. You know..." *He would say with a pause in which he shows him the Fool.* "You have quite an adventurous spirit yourself. You are in for a new beginning, a new purpose, I might add. Maybe this beginning is the 'how' to your question." *Castelle would say with his usual smile, maybe happy because his unfortunate divination was not that doomed after all.*