He watched carefully as the cards were pulled, one by one, and spread on the table. He had no idea what any of it meant, but the picture painted by his imagination was, he had to admit, an expected one. 'Quin had never had his fortune told before, so he was unsure if it would be polite to ask for her interpretation, or rely on his own. After a few more moments' consideration, he decided it didn't matter. She would likely tell him what he already suspected. He nodded once, curtly, and rose from the chair. He reached into his back pocket and withdrew the coins; not much, but all he had. A fitting payment, he thought, for such a fortune. Whatever his future held, he knew the gypsy was not responsible for it, so he offered them with a friendly smile of thanks, warmed against the night's chill, and turned to leave the tent.