If the glass was not enough to make her feel like she had come to the wrong city there was a voice admist the chaos trying to beckon her. Of course people were not her thing, and all this  was just too much for her. â€œBad luck seems to cling to both of you today,â€ Who else was the voice referring to? Her eyes looked around till she found a begger staring at what coud be nothing to him. Beggers , and homeless always had a way of making herwant to run. Well it wasn't like the beggar had said anything that wasn't obvious. Sandor had finally stopped his horendous howeling to also look at the person responsible for speaking.<br/><br/>The beggar that had spoken was against the building wall  shuffling a strange set of cards. He wore a rough patchwork robe with a hood that was keeping his face from view. It seemed that before her eyes could get another look over sandor was trodding over to the man. The man as she ignored sandor to finish glancing him over had his hands showing. There was something strange about his hands maybe it was the unusual pale color, or the fact that the hands looked to belong to a dead teenager. Either way it just proved cities were not her place.<br/><br/>There was a strangeness to all of this including the machine that fell. It seemed the press has made it to the scene before the police. Did that mean someone who was famous to the city was around here? Or was it just a coicendence? Strangers were helping strangers, yet no one had noticed the beggar besides her and one other person. The begggar must have a knack for blending in. Another strange note was that the minute sandor reached the beggar people seemed to not even notice the metal wolf. It was almost as if both the wolf and the man had hit a invisible barrior.<br/><br/><br/>â€œPerhaps I can provide either or both of you a small lift in your day?â€ Well with sandor already over there she had no choice but to at least walk in the beggar's direction. However, the beggar didn't seem at all interested in her pet.<br/>It seemed as she got closer there was another female also looking at the beggar. â€œOne free reading for each of you.â€ The beggar shuffled his cards one last time before pulling out a single card. There was a vivid picture on the card of diverging paths leading off into a thick fog with the words " Destiny " written at the bottom. She was so lost in awe at the design that it took a minute for her to deside that this could also be a trick . One lovely trick for sure.<br/><br/>â€œYou should at least bandage that shoulder... it's not your time yet after all,â€ The words from the beggar may be obvious but they held some sort of knowledge. This was going to drive her crazy if she denied the reading. There was also the small fact that it was a good excuse to wait out the crowd. It was then she noticed the man looked back down to the ground as if nothing was said.<br/><br/>" How much would it co-" she was cut off when the beggar announced they could each get a free reading. " Well, I guess I could take a free reading." Almost like the people her attention was no longer on her pet. However, unlike the people her attention was now soley on the beggar.