The Fortune Teller
The old woman sighs and nods, perhaps knowing what the answer was before she asked, but hopeing against hope to avoid it. She snatches up the card as if it were painful to touch and filps in on the the table before you. The card contains a small picture, a young man hanging from a tree by his ankles, coins fall from his pockets and yet he smiles. "The hanged man," she says disgust evident in her voice. "As I suspected, a fool's errand. The person you seek, for I am sure now it is a person, has been foolish. He has, through lack of foresight gotten into trouble and even now may not realize just how much trouble. However, he is not represented by a lessor fool's card such as the trey of coins or the five of swords, so despite his foolishness the man is important in some context for he is represented by a major arcana." She gestures at the remaining cards, "cut again and let's see what sort of man you are to be questing after fools." Radoon cuts the cards again and this time the card that tops the stack left behind virtually jumps off the pile. "Well the spirits are unequivacal about you." She turns over the card and Radoon recognizes this one. Four coins in the pattern of the number "4" which is comonly known as the 'seadog' for its pattern resembles a lateen sail. "The four of coins, stalwart, able, and prone to adversity are you. A minor card at best in the grand deck, only a brief refrain in the great song." She guestures at the small stack of remaining cards, "Once more if you please, for the answer to your question."
OOC: Duty calls, more later...