<em>Does that ring true for you?</em><br/><br/>It seemed as if the power of the fortune teller's voice hit some string in Bob's tiny black heart. Or at least that's how the young man felt in that moment. He stood still, a fancy candelabra clasped tightly in his hands, staring at the King of Swords with the unexplainable feeling of kinship. Not that Bob was a big fan of royalty, in the moment it just seemed... appropriate.<br/><br/>"I... uhm..." the young man awkwardly releases the piece of home décor he took strange liking to. "I-I be damned, madam... 'Tis be some mighty spell in those pictures o'yers. Thought I saw me old man fer awhile."<br/><br/>Bob carefully glances at Madame Zoya, not quite daring to meet her eyes, grimacing as he tries to find the right words. Soon he continues: "Madam, my name's no Bob, an' I chanced upon this place with no good in me mind. But yer words made me think, aye they did, an' I swear!.." "No Bob" raises his finger dramatically, "I'll take not a copper from ye house, an' who tries tae, Madam, 'e's a goner!"<br/><br/>The young man jumps from his chair and swings the air with imaginary swords, making loud "woosh"ing sounds and describing with passion how much of a "goner" he'd make the would-be thief. The spectacle goes for a while, until the noises from outside remind him where he is. "Bob" freezes in place.<br/><br/>"Ahem. But I must've taken much o'yer time, madam, an' the folks are waiting..." the man reaches in his coat and drops all the riches on the table: a copper pendant, a cheap glass earring, some old pocket watch, a couple copper coins and even one shiny silver. " 'Ere, madam, not much, but as bards say, "right from me heart"! An' if ye ever in trouble, just ask for Phix on the bazaar down th' road, an' I'll be there!"<br/><br/>With these words the young man takes a peek outside the tent and makes a wild gesture. Two very confused cloaked men across the street immediately leave in hurry.