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While you ponder the meaning of her reading, she retrieves her cards from the table and shuffles away to help her daughters gather the empty food bowls. T’uk T’ron swallows the last of his delicious meal and rounds it off with a hearty belch. The Ookor villagers thank him—for it seems that such a reaction is the highest compliment one can pay after receiving Ookor hospitality.
‘We can go now, yes?’ he says, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. You nod your reply and he in turn barks an order to his company to return to their chariots.
As your chariot pulls away from her village the old fortune teller waves farewell and you return her gesture with a smile.
