Both women giggle, and the raven haired woman pockets her harrow deck.<br/><br/>"You needn't worry about offense, Mister Mage. We tell the tales... it is the listener's job to decide which stories they hear." With that, the raven-haired woman leans over, kisses you on the cheek, and then sashays away to help prepare the stew.<br/><br/>At your other side, the veiled woman's eyes twinkle in the fire light, and she rises... and motions for you to follow, as she strides towards a small tent set out behind the cabins. Before you can even get to the flap, you see a lantern spring to life, and the woman's form bent over in front of the light as she pulls out a giant turtle shell, filled with stones of all shapes and sizes.<br/><br/>"Alright, Mister Elf..." the woman says, her voice still heavy with amusement. "I will read your tale from the bones of the earth, and will grant you what insight I may into the turning of the world in your near future. This is your final warning and chance to change your mind... once I take off my veil, mine will be the only "truth" you hear this night. Do you stand by your decision?"