Alys Glasse
Alys looked up from mulling over the Hanged Man at the sound of her name to find Deimos striding towards her, pulling a little sled filled with logs, slain vampire gourds, and, of course, Erebos. Alys smiled at her friend before offering a little wave to the child, accenting her greeting with a scrunched face and a grin. Sascha bumbled out from behind Alys's table to greet Zuriel; having not spend much time around Deimos's companions, the little ursur was curious to investigate a potential new friend.
"Not much," she said with a dramatic sigh. "I have a few clients here, but Halovians are notoriously skeptical of my work." She understood, sort of - it was difficult, sometimes, to grasp the notion that her divination was more about reflection and supporting one's psyche than actually attempting to tell the future. In fact, she'd disappointed several people recently who wanted to know about how they'd fare with the Void. She could no more discern that than she could change the seasons. All she could do was advise that they stay away from it - fare away.
"It's fine," she said with a shrug. "I'm not hurting for clients elsewhere. It would just be nice if people would give it a chance."
"Not much," she said with a dramatic sigh. "I have a few clients here, but Halovians are notoriously skeptical of my work." She understood, sort of - it was difficult, sometimes, to grasp the notion that her divination was more about reflection and supporting one's psyche than actually attempting to tell the future. In fact, she'd disappointed several people recently who wanted to know about how they'd fare with the Void. She could no more discern that than she could change the seasons. All she could do was advise that they stay away from it - fare away.
"It's fine," she said with a shrug. "I'm not hurting for clients elsewhere. It would just be nice if people would give it a chance."
