<div class="floatleft">(http://img195.imageshack.us/img195/4926/nishkahead.jpg)</div><strong>"Is that...is that it? Can't you see why the mists brought me back here?"</strong>The girl caught herself. She didn't necessarily want to reveal that fact, but if the woman was indeed a seer, she already knew the circumstances of Nishka's arrival. Her head shook in disappointment.<strong>"Here, miss...for your trouble."</strong>Nishka placed forty golden coins on the table beside the fortune teller's crystal ball, and turned to leave.<br/><strong><br/><em>What a waste</em></strong>. The thought broiled in her mind for a moment, before she realized that the woman might be able to read her mind. The Vistani had all sorts of powers, and if a girl were smart, she'd do well not to cross them.<strong>"Thanks! Thanks again!"</strong>she chirped, and then slipped from the vardo.<br/><br/>It was mid-afternoon outside, and while the lure of songs and the sight of a dancing beauty drew her eye, she could also hear the moaning of several souls in pain.<strong>"What the,"</strong>she murmured, walking slowly over to the colorful tent and peering inside.