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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Valthosian" data-source="post: 4493735" data-attributes="member: 77248">Thorson started reflexively as he realized that what the Harrow card that he held in his hands was, a wave of superstitious dread flooding through his system with a chill. It was all he could do not to get it off his person as quickly as possible. His thoughts ran as swift and chaotic as plunging arrows raining across a battlefield. Is she a witch? Will she put us under a spell? If I give offense will she turn me into a frog? What does this card mean? I don't trust fortune tellers...All this far less simple questions and emotions flitted, but in the end as he struggled for control of his mind, Thorson found two things that steadied him. Whatever her means, she delivers me a path to vengeance, a path that I have had no luck finding on my own. And the second thought came with an internal cry of pain, If I'd met this woman 4 months ago, would Kayla still be alive?A desperate need to trust the old fortuneteller swept through the torn half-orc, and finally he stepped forward and silently handed the card to Zellara and in a much quieter tone and with a more pensive note to his voice, he asked in counterpoint to Edmond's questioning.Will you tell me my fortune Lady?</blockquote>