TOR: I could use a fortune-telling about now. Nothing like buttocks to the face to really drive home a certain message...
KIELA: Hello, Tor. Hello, Silver.
KIELA: We finally meet.
SILVER: Uh-oh. She expected us...
KIELA: *Everyone* in Vale Valley expects you two at some point.
TOR: Wait! You’re that fortune teller scamming folks by giving out bad fortunes!
KIELA: Is that what they say now? Hah! I suppose we’re in similar lines of work.
KIELA: Call me Kiela.
TOR: Did the guards chase you out, too?
KIELA: No, there was a barbarian uprising in town. I left when skunk cabbage became airborne.
KIELA: I’m actually a mystic. I just tell fortunes for shits and giggles, until real work comes along.
KIELA: Adventuring parties love ’em, anyway.
TOR: Adventuring parties? Groups of four? Those don’t ever last.
KIELA: Well, with the war breaking out, folks get odd ideas in their heads. There are more and more of them by the day!
KIELA: No one does honest work anymore.
KIELA: Everyone wants to be an overnight hero.