The old woman's escorts glower and Theo, the men stepping forward and the woman reaching into one of the many pouches hanging from her belt. The old woman holds her hand up and they pause as she squints at Theo giving him the gimlet eye for what seems like forever.
"Hmph... Since the death of Aroden... no prophecy can be trusted... the cards do not speak unerringly to me anymore... do you still want Madame Mvashti to read the harrow for you?"
At Teo's assent Niska Mvashti shrugs, shoos the brightly colored lizard on her arm off to the corner of the table and begins to shuffle the brightly painted cards.
"So young master Teodoros Magos... What is it you seek?"
Taken off guard, Teo remembers Iomedae's fourth act and stands his ground, stating the he seeks the destruction of evil.
"A noble goal... so you wish to know the nature of the blight upon this land. Very well... pick your role."
With that she deals nine cards onto the table in a three card square. Teo hesitating for a moment as he feels powerful forces swirling around the simple cards selects the card in the lower left. When he flips it over, he sees horrible field, surrounded by flames, eating tormented souls.
"The Fiend, it seems the card agree with your auger. The fiend represents either a great calamity, salvation from said calamity, or that some terrible monster is to be found hereabouts. Maybe more then one of those."
She takes the cards and shuffles them, carefully repeating ancient words before dealing nine cards out in the same pattern. She flips the cards over and peers at the before flipping some back over, muttering something about them not being relevant.
"The Avalanche, misaligned in thepresent. Some disaster will soon be averted, but not without cost and consequence... The Carnival in the present, illusions, false dreams... arcane power... an auspicious portent for you Toedoros. The Tyrant in the past, The Crows in the present, and the Demon's Lantern in the future... all true matches.
The Tyrant is a ruler who was a blight upon the land, likely representing Thassilon or it's foul rulers the Runelords.
The Crows are loss. Murder, theft... the violent taking of something loved.
Lastly, the Demon's Lantern. Tricks, traps, sleight of hand and sleight of mind. An intractable situation with no good solution."
As Madam Mvashti finishes her reading, Teo feels as though, something has settled over him like a mantle.
"So have spoken the cards young man, may the stars watch over you."