Rhiannon
Another patrol down, thought Rhi as she stood in the coffee shop, waiting for her latte. She still wore her uniform, though the casual way she stood as she waited indicated that she was no longer working. Still, she eyed the crowd gathered at the back, equal parts amused and suspicious. It wasn't uncommon for fortune telling to be a front for a pickpocketing ring, and though Rhi doubted that such a group would operate well in such a small space, one could never be too careful.
A male voice interrupted her perusal of the crowd, and she gave the stranger a cursory glance before turning her attention back to the crowd. "There's a fortune teller that pops up around town every now and again," she explained, snorting derisively at the practice. "I guess she's set up here today." Satisfied that no pickpockets were currently at work, Rhi turned her attention to the stranger, raising a brow with a mocking smile. "Fancy getting yours read?"
A male voice interrupted her perusal of the crowd, and she gave the stranger a cursory glance before turning her attention back to the crowd. "There's a fortune teller that pops up around town every now and again," she explained, snorting derisively at the practice. "I guess she's set up here today." Satisfied that no pickpockets were currently at work, Rhi turned her attention to the stranger, raising a brow with a mocking smile. "Fancy getting yours read?"
No one likes a mad woman
What a shame she went mad
What a shame she went mad
