It was getting late and the energy of the tavern was winding down to a dull murmur as many of the patrons slowly began to finish their last drinks and stumble to the door, sometimes with the aid of the tired and annoyed barkeep. The once roaring fireplace at the center now holds little more then smoldering ashes and several of the large candles lineing the walls had begun to go out allowing the shadows to slither away from the corners to stealthfuly engulf the room. But you hardly noticed.

An offer of warm food and a stiff drink felt like a gift from the Gods after a long day's travel but even as the promise of a soft bed now calls you upstairs, you find yourself staring across the room at the fortuneteller once more. She had been sitting at that same table when you walked in, shuffling her cards and revealing fate's plans to anyone willing to part with a coin. Every time she noticed your gaze you'd bashfully look away, only to turn back to notice an inviting smile and wise eyes that spoke of someone who had seen much and done much over a long life. Yet each time you simply turned your focus back to staring though the bottom of your tankard looking for the courage to approach her.

You, a fearless adventuer who had slain the wicked, sent the unquiet dead back to the grave and stood before kings without even blinking, now find yourself as spineless as a jellyfish when confronted by this exotic woman. Yet, she's unlike anything you've ever seen, purple fur and soft curves clad in pastel colors that look like they where taken directly from the sunset sky. She's an older woman but not quite old enough for gray to mark her muzzle, yet there is a graceful confidence in the way she held herself. A former adventurer perhaps? Retired after noticing the aches and pains that often come with age, or maybe a traveling merchant who still called the road home after a lifetime of travels. The places she must have been, the wonders she must have experienced...

Your thoughts are interrupted as someone clears their throat. Glancing up you almost choke on a swallow of ale, she's standing right beside your table with that same smile that makes your heart race. She playfuly fans a set of cards in one hand and in a sentual voice mutters: "I could tell your fortune, but I don't think we need the cards to see where this evening is headed."

Your chest tightens and your mind races as it both desperately tries to decide if that means what you think and curses you for not responding, perhaps missing the only chance may have ever had. Then she takes your hand and guides you upstairs to her room, while you silently phrase the Gods.