90th Day of Spring, 512 AV
Marin made his way around Zeltiva, most of the time, hopelessly getting lost in the streets. The city was beautiful though. Every turn he made, a new secret world awoke, and his new life was made more exciting.
After some time wandering around the city, Marin stumbled upon the Spring Market. The square was bustling with people of all kinds, bargaining for goods that reflected the people, the vendors selling and advertising their goods.
It was not this that attracted Marin though. There was one tent in the Market that Marin saw, tucked away; the sign read ‘'Anselm The Seer’. As a curious young man, Marin of course had to enter.
Marin stepped into the darkness. A small light was coming from the middle of the tent, an old man, possibly in his 60’s masked by the glowing light. As Marin looked around, he noticed all of the strange items around the place. Stones and pieces of glass, bottles and parchment paper, both filled to the brim.
Marin moved over to the table, placing five silver mizas in front of the man. “Hello, good sir! I would like to hear my fortune, if you would be so kind.”