Alys Glasse
It was becoming second nature to set up a stall in the market of wherever she and Tal went in the course of their travels, and their latest expedition to Halo was no exception. Upon arriving in the tundra, Tal had dropped her off so that she could work her magic while he went to complete his deliveries. Later they would meet up for a meal before retired to the Peregrine, but for now, she was on her own.
The stall setup was easy enough: she would rent a table and two chairs from someone nearby, and display a small sign with her name, her trade, and the price. Then she would settle into the chair furthest from the crowds of the market, Sascha would lay by her feet, and she would begin to shuffle her favorite deck. That was often enough to draw the eyes of passersby, though it was harder in Halo than in some of the other regions. People here tended to be more... skeptical.
She didn't blame them, really. So many travelers claiming to be seers were no more than cheap fortune tellers who actual fortune telling ability of a clam. They charged exorbitant prices to tell people what they wanted to hear. Alys, however, was different. She liked to think that she offered actual advice to her clients, and her large client base in places like King's End and Torchline suggested that she was fairly successful.
Now if she could only establish a foothold in Halo. Deimos accepting a reading last time she'd been here had helped to some degree, but she would always accept more clients. For now, that meant sitting in the cold, the parka she'd kept from when she'd lived in Halo pulled tight around her, and waiting for someone to approach.
The stall setup was easy enough: she would rent a table and two chairs from someone nearby, and display a small sign with her name, her trade, and the price. Then she would settle into the chair furthest from the crowds of the market, Sascha would lay by her feet, and she would begin to shuffle her favorite deck. That was often enough to draw the eyes of passersby, though it was harder in Halo than in some of the other regions. People here tended to be more... skeptical.
She didn't blame them, really. So many travelers claiming to be seers were no more than cheap fortune tellers who actual fortune telling ability of a clam. They charged exorbitant prices to tell people what they wanted to hear. Alys, however, was different. She liked to think that she offered actual advice to her clients, and her large client base in places like King's End and Torchline suggested that she was fairly successful.
Now if she could only establish a foothold in Halo. Deimos accepting a reading last time she'd been here had helped to some degree, but she would always accept more clients. For now, that meant sitting in the cold, the parka she'd kept from when she'd lived in Halo pulled tight around her, and waiting for someone to approach.
