James
Astal pulled her goggles back down over her eyes. Shaking her head slightly as her vision adjusted. Charms on her cap clinking together. She folded her arms across her chest, tucking her hands into her coat. She cocked her head to the side, pondering the price. 

"Since you have been very gracious, I will charge half-price for the reading. Lets say, fifteen septums. Good price for you." She shifted and moved her hand. Holding it open expectantly. 

Had Varis not been a source of semi-riveting conversation. She would have doubled the price. Thirty septums was a steep price, but it fed and housed her. Of all she offered, potions and fortunes sold the best. There was little demand for the raw ingredients, besides the rare alchemist. Astal leaned in slightly. 

"And now, I must ask. What will you do, now that you have had a scraping glimpse of your future? Nebulous as my vision was, I think it may vary from what your current path is." 

Astal watched the other mer. It was a question she always asked to her clients. Sometimes when the visions were particularly vivid she'd enjoy gauging their reaction. It was a curious thing, to meet with such a clear depiction of fate. Of course it was not the same with Varis. There were several, who had had such vague futures. Her favorite clients. How she wished to return to Morrowind to see which path they chose.
Luella
His eyebrow rose as she said her price, and nodded. It was a gracious price, as he reached into his pouch and plucked out the septims, and set them into her hand. "Very good, then." He tightened the string on the purse, sent it back through the rift it had come in, and looked back toward her as she asked what he would do with the knowledge of his future. 

Varis watched her, and looked to the side. He thought on it, before looking back to her. "I enjoy my things. I prize myself on my accomplishments. However, if what you say is the true path I will take, into the planes beyond as a wandering, great mage... Then I will not let it be. I am a scholar of House Telvanni. When I venture into the planes of Oblivion, it will not be to wander, but to control. Synthesize. Observe. Meanwhile, on this world," A grin formed. "It seems I must focus on my goals harder, if I am to accomplish them before the planes of Oblivion grasp for me."

He rolled his shoulders back, looked at her, and smiled. "But, I appreciate the advice, Soothsayer. Should you find my future changing in other ways, do let me know. I do enjoy having my conviction tested."
James
Astal let out a hearty laugh as Varis finished his words. She clasped her hands in front of her, sealing the coins between her hands. 

"It is good you are Telvanni. Such ambition. I'm sure you will rise to a great position soon." She moved the coins to her left hand. Reaching behind her and picking up a small bug skin bag. Astal dumped the coins inside, before stuffing the pouch into the sleeve of her coat. She continued, waving a finger about. 

"Of course, Serjo. I would love nothing more than to see which path you find yourself walking on. It is very interesting. Finding out how true my predictions turn out to be. Sometimes my clients get enough gall to change it. Other times they spiral, and run headfirst into an ever solidifying inevitability." Astal grinned behind her veil. "If there is one thing that will test ones mettle. It is being confronted with fate. But, if you choose to come to me for another reading, I will give you a good price." She leaned back, resting against the large pack that sat behind her. 

"I am glad fate happened to bring us together. The Dunmer of this land lack the same, solid connection to their culture that you have. It is a shame really. A quick cut through the Velothi mountains and the children of ash no longer live as they should. Not a single temple, nor ancestral shrine. Countless babes, born to never meet the progenitors of their lineage. It brings me sorrow."