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“Oh, I’m full of them,“ they speak up clearly and confidently, leaning against the wall whilst shuffling their deck of Tarot. Expert hands broke and shuffled the deck a couple of times, before drawing a card. “Yet somehow none ever stick with you...such a shame, really. “ They hum nonchalantly as they look at the drawn card between their fingers.
Ten of Swords. Betrayal, back-stabbing, defeat. What an absolutely terrific fortune.
They brought their attention from the card when Lucio spoke up, or rather, started raising his voice at the magician. It never worked, for they raised a single brow, slipping the card back into the deck and it in their coat pocket. They never even flinched at the Count’s loud and unkind voice, in fact, they wore the smallest smile, a quiet taunt.
“Feel better now ? You should preserve some of that energy instead of wasting it on a mere subject of yours.”
