@drizt ——— ehe !
Mollymauk tips his head in curious examination of the spread before him, the delicate chains and the gauche baubles that adorn his horns tinkling softly as he does. Thoughtlessly, he licks his lips, his mouth slowly curling into an enigmatic delight. “Hm,” comes the wordless amusement, his eyes still intent on the cards before him. And for all the languor with which his gaze drifts up to meet the drow’s, his crimson eyes are bright as they watch every shift, every adjustment, every variation within the drow’’s face, the nuances within his mien in anticipation of the verdict.
His customer doesn’t quite look nervous as much as ... maybe uncomfortable? Hardly what Molly would consider excited. Which is somewhat interesting, already. “You’re away from home,” Molly says simply, avoiding any orphic excess he assumes might disenchant his current customer as he pushes the Home and Traveler card towards him.
It’s not a terribly astute insight. Molly knows the world-weary look of the dispossessed: the drow’s pale hair kept within a certain degree of tangle, the hem of his cape long torn to tatters, the patina of dirt that’s settled inconspicuously within the stitches of his leathers. He’s spend more time outdoors than within. “But home seems to be something ... complicated for you,” Molly goes on. “It’s no longer an ideal that your heart longs for. You’ve left it behind. ”
But the tiefling’s eyes flash delightedly as he taps his finger upon the second card: The Moon and Mirror. “Now this,” Molly enthuses, as though he’s discovered some rare and delicate treasure. “I’ve mostly seen this card pulled for libertines and beautiful megalomaniacs, neither of which I, upon an admittedly cursory glance, think you are. Excepting, of course, the ‘beautiful’ part.” And he flashes a wicked, toothy smile.
“However.” Molly pulls a fantastically serious face as he places his hand upon the remains of a card worn nearly blank with age, the picture upon it scratched into an indiscernible oblivion, its name on either ends crumbling off, equally forsaken. “Your future seems to me somewhat .. unclear. I’d be happy to read your palm for clarification. No charge above the two coppers, of course! But only if you’re curious.” Molly’s fingers unfurl with an ostentatious grace, hand outstretched to invite the drow’s within the creche of his painted palm.