He stumbled into the tent half dazed with a look confusion on his bearded face. His hands fumbled with the three piece suit, more out of habit than anything else. His eyes darted around until they finally settled on the woman in the red chair.<br/><br/>"Are you Madame Zoya?" He took a step forward his breath catching in his throat. "I was told you can read my fortune." He placed a hand on the back of the chair across the table. "I uh...don't have to sell my soul or anything do I?"