'Quin felt a bit stupid as he returned to his seat. [Well, at least that question's been answered,] he thought to himself. He sat quietly, waiting for her to speak again.<br/><br/>His eyes widened considerably as she laid out the cards' meanings. It was true, there had been something important to him once, but he had never been certain who had walked away first. And he supposed part of him did harbor hope for the future, though he kept it carefully buried and out of sight. The third card, though...it was true, he did suffer from a powerful, starving wanderlust, made all the worse by his inability to feed it. But, a teacher? He shook his head and sighed softly. No matter what, it seemed that was one fate he just couldn't escape. And then, there was the fourth card. The Emperor. The conqueror. He'd been through so much already, so many trials...and now there would be more? But there was most likely nothing for it. Others had been through worse; others would<em>always </em>have been through worse, and complaining wouldn't make the path any easier. The notion that a reward might be at the end of it did lessen the weight, even if it did prove to be nothing more than kind words for a weary ear.<br/><br/>He smiled again, a tired, old smile that looked somehow wrong on his young face, and shook his head. No more questions. Not tonight. 'Quin pushed the coins forward on the table once again, rose, and left the tent, back out into the night. It seemed someone else was already awaiting their turn...