It seems that the temple to Yulom does not rest, nor do its clergy, for upon a'Shelys' return, the elderly gnome awaits with the paraphenalia ready to do what is required. Incense burns across the room, creating a haze of sweet smoke that assails the elf's senses, and before the gnome rests a pile of knucklebones scattered hap-hazardly.
"I thought you'd be back," the gnome looks up with a smile. "Now, if you've got the money, the rules are simple. You ask me one question, if it pertains to something recent, there is a good chance you'll get a straight answer, if it potains to something further into the future, the chance lessens that you'll get anything but lies. Understand?"
