Both human and djinn glanced at the newcomer, processing her question. The human responded first.

"Problem? Yes, well, I suppose the problem here is that my acquaintance believes that because the stars are forming a pattern in the sky, that war will break out." He scoffed, then said: "Where as I am tracking one of the rarest natural occurrences known to modern minds, which is the alignment of three stars on one night. And specifically, they are Viamal, Altag, and Pythe, and for your information that is a [i]very[/i] powerful combination of the Travelling Stars!"

The djinn shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I do not deny that that is the case, of the star's alignment. But whatever good will come of this omen will be far overshadowed by the presence of Mirod and Exilum. One of those alone is enough to cause trouble, but both? With the god of creation, Viamal? An army is being formed, there is no doubt about it. One that brings good fortune to some, but death and destruction to all."

"Bah!" the man exclaimed. "For the last time, recheck your charts! They won't affect the alignment tonight! I swear, all you djinn are so focused on nay-saying and doom preaching."

The djinn was losing his patience. "And I will remind [i]you[/i] that I have been reading the stars for nearly as long as you've been [i]alive[/i]. Do not presume to mock my culture nor myself, human."

And so the two continued to bicker about stars, alignments, and potentially world shattering events over dinner, occasionally breaking from academia to insult the other. Zodiac had been forgotten in their heated argument.