The cart rattled towards them, pulled by two immense pull horses, clearly European because of the characteristic small frame of middle eastern horses, the cart itself was also of good quality a clean oak with carvings on it, possessed from vikings no doubt, the runic patterns well known as the standard design of the northern barbarians. the cart slowed down as it approached them, the wheels clicking and clacking on the cobblestone roads less frequently. it stopped beside Magnus and Lelana, and just sat there for a moment and shook, as if people were moving around inside, when the window finally dropped the robed woman from before sat there looking at him clutching the card box in her small hands, peering at him with a misshapen eye that would have made any man flinch, just not Magnus.
"Please, forgive me for being so rude and abrupt earlier." She began in a hushed tone as she looked between him and Lelana "I am Atina, the High Priestess of the Tarot Guild, This is Kyron, Strength of the Tarot Guild." She held the box out in front of him and, "I have a notion that you may be one of the people that we are looking for in our depreciating guild. Please, try to open the box. If you cannot do so, then I may have been mistaken. If you do, select the top card and join us in our battle against the ones who are tearing our world apart.", Magnus just stared at her for a second, her eye staring at him from behind its swollen lid, he nodded slowly and reached for the box but hesitated, Lelana gave him a little nudge and took the box from the high priestess, as he reached for the lid the air around it seemed to resonate with a strange energy that was hot to the touch, almost as blazing as the desert floor at noon. As he touched the lid it resonated beneath his fingers, shuddering the bonds in his hands, the shacking got even worse as he opened the box, the pain it caused almost unbearable, then it stopped when the lid fell completely open. insdie was a set of large dusty cards, he picked the top one out and returned the box, he didn't look it.
"Do I look?" he asked softly to the hooded woman, she gave a small nod. he tuned the card and a voice seemed to echo in his head. 
"you are judgment, at the end of the end i shall call upon you." the voice boomed mutely in his head.
"What now?" he asked simply afterwards