The woman nods, and removes the veil... and with it, apparently, the entire front of her robe. Standing before you, her skin glinting in the light of the lantern, is a female Oread of stunning beauty. Her skin looks like it is made of a cloudy, polished marble- even if you do know it to be soft, having felt her touch-  and her eyes truly are the glassy black color of obsidian. Her hair, surprisingly, is actually the deep green of moss on a mountain rock, and seems to run over her shoulders and hang down behind her knees; and is matched by a similar green-tinged tuft of hair on her mound.<br/><br/>"Very well... Truth born of the earth you shall have." She says, stepping forward carefully. With the front of her robes gone, you can see that one of her knees seems like it was broken and never fully healed. "Come, sit with me, and we shall see what tales the world will tell."<br/><br/>She takes a seat on a plush pillow in the center of the tent, and motions for you to move and sit beside her as she pulls the turtle shell closer, rattling the stones inside loudly.<br/><br/>"I would ask you to pull forth three stones. One for what is, one for what will be, and one for a choice... Only in your hands will the runes take form."