Nighttime Drinks

Astra turns to him while Saige follows her words.

”Maximilian? Such a rich sounding name but somewhat smooth when spoken…and a half-fiend as well. You’re a rare sight!”

Astra smiles at him, pulling a card from thin air and showing it to him.

“I am Astra Cadeum. I am a noble in the Sidhe, but here I’m just an occult hunter and fortune teller alchemist. Would you like to sit with us? I am getting to Miss Saige’s fortune as we speak. I do them for free the first time, if you would like yours.”

Maximilian takes another drink and wipes his mouth on his sleeve.
"Another time, perhaps. I'm waiting on someone. Besides, you might lose sleep over what you would see in the cards for me."

He smirks at his last statement, his lip curling back to show a row a sharp pointed teeth.

"No, I was talking about your mule, YOUR ass is anything but nice and healthy looking."

Shouting followed by hysterical laughter accompanies the elf as he walks backward into the tavern, making rude gestures with his hands and arms to an unseen recipient outside.

"Honestly... can't compliment an ass around here without someone getting all pissy..."
He looks over to see Maximilian drinking at his table. "Speaking of asses..." He says somewhat under his breath.

"Maxie! Good to see you! How's the family? No, not yours, I mean the last one you ate!" He laughs, "Woah woah woah, no need to get up, and put the sharp thing down. We're all fiends here. HA! Get it?! Fiends!"

Maximilian rolls his eyes, "Sit down and shut your mouth you moronic imbecile."

The Elf sits down at Maximilian's table, propping his dirt-covered boots on the edge of the tabletop. He is tall, with long messy blonde hair and deep blue eyes; characteristic of a High Elf. His clothing, however, is dirty and covered in soil, sticks, and leaves. He carries with him a bag seemingly made of woven grass, and a short sword.

He plops the bag onto the table, "So, I've got some stuff for ya. Hard to get, some of it. You sure do make me work for it, doncha?" He begins riffling through the bag, stopping when the Half-Field flings a discarded peanut shell at his forehead.

"Not here, idiot." He hisses in a forced whisper. "Have a drink and then we'll discuss business elsewhere."

"Okay, okay. Sheesh. Don't get your tail in a twist." He sticks his tongue out and then turns toward the bar, "YOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOO Can I have an ale and a small bowl of sugar?"

Saige does as Astra tells her, holding the cards and trying to think of a really, really good question to ask. She tries to tune out nearby conversation, closing her eyes and focusing. As her brows furrow, she holds the cards tighter and breathes deeply.

“Oh cards, if a cloud was made of oranges, would it rain tiny oranges or orange juice?”

Saige looks at the cards expectantly, waiting for them to speak up with the answer.

With a smile, Astra places down a single card. The card has a large wheel, decorated with moths, twigs, and vines. The number on the top of the card reads “X” and the bottom reads “Wheel of Fortune”

”Ah, a major arcana. Quite an important chapter in life.”

She reads over it, thinking of the question.

”While the wheel turns, Miss Saige, it sees the orange as you. The wheel turns in a cycle…the greater forces outside of us are at work here. The same forces that govern the changing of the seasons, or the rising and setting of the sun is also the master of luck and the fate of individuals. Where it lands is as random as chance - you may find yourself at either the top or bottom, but remember that no matter what the outcome it may not last for very long, for the wheel always turns.”


Astra stares at the card.

”But, Miss Saige, you should have good fortune and happiness in your next chapter of life. Especially if it decides to rain whole oranges one minute, orange juice in the next. Just enjoy life.”

Selena stands in the shadows watching Astra and her cards, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed over her chest. How long she'd been there was anyone's guess. After a few moments she steps out into view and flutters over.
"Bit of vervain and rosemary helps you get a clearer answer sometimes. Helps if you both drink it."

She waves over to the waitress and orders 2 peppermint teas and turns to the elf talking to Maximillian. "You. You seem like a trader. Got any vervain or rosemary? I've got gold, but left my herbs at home. "